I say, y’swab it again, and y’swab
it proper-like this time, and then
you’ll be swabbin’ it ten times
more after that. And if I tells ye
to pull up and apart every
floorboard and clapboard of this
here house and scour ‘em down with
yer bare, bleedin’ knuckles, you’ll
do it. If I tells ye to yank out
every single nail from every
moulderin’ nail-hole and ♥♥♥♥ off
every spec of rust till all them
nails sparkle like a sperm whale’s
pecker, and then carpenter the
whole light station back together
from scrap -- and then -- do it all
over again -- you’ll do it! And by
God and by Golly, you’ll do it
smilin’ lad, cause you’ll like it,
too. And you’ll like it ‘cause I
says you will!
Contree’dict me again I dock yer
wages.
Y’hear me, lad?