Thou can not touch this! - said the filthy peasant.
STOP! - yelled the filthy peasant.
Tis be ThE TIME of Hammer! - did the filthy peasant.

Milord! What doth you looking glass say of this knave!? - spoke the herald.
TIS MORE THAN NINE THOVSANDE! - roared the lordy lord. :O
By the GODS! nine thovsande!!??? -uttered the simple herald.
That is nigh impossible!! - said before thovsande.

I am partial to a rotvnd posterior and I am vnable to profess falsities. - quivered the fool.
Thovst clansmen may not forsake. - alerted the fool.!.
That given a wench walks in with a corset on her waist and a rovnd thing in thine FACE. - screamed the utter fool.
THOV GETS SPRVNG. - the fool was later hung.

*YEET!*