Ah, Mendacious Mark chimes in with his tuppence worth of irrelevance.
Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat’s tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stock-fish–O, for breath to utter what is like thee!–you tailor’s yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile, standing tuck.
You hasbara clown. You odious, genocidal horror, you cracked toilet duck. (more to follow)
Pip-pip.