"Gettin' old an' fat.

Joints stiffenin'.

Come an' sit down and hear the words of wisdom of your old Uncle Dammiculs, the Wise Man of Monksmead." "Come off it, Dammy.

Lazy little beast.

Fat little brute," commented the lady.
As Damocles de Warrenne was six feet two inches high, and twelve stone of iron-hard muscle, the insults fell but lightly upon him.
"I will, though," she continued.