They don't have newspapers where he's from, only ravens sent out with carefully scrawled, short notes about significant events. If anybody bothered to send him a bloody raven about someone going on holiday, he'd ride out to visit them just to strangle them to death.
Inverted pyramid. Punchy headline. Pun.
The more Arthur talks, the more his face screws up in judgey disbelief.
"Tell me something," he starts, in a way that might seem deceptively conversational — until he follows it up with vaguely pointing at Arthur's mouth in a circular gesture. "How is it that the more words come pouring out of your cunt mouth, the less you're actually saying?"
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Inverted pyramid.
Punchy headline.
Pun.
The more Arthur talks, the more his face screws up in judgey disbelief.
"Tell me something," he starts, in a way that might seem deceptively conversational — until he follows it up with vaguely pointing at Arthur's mouth in a circular gesture. "How is it that the more words come pouring out of your cunt mouth, the less you're actually saying?"