Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Two hours hence you’ll wish you’d not watched, but ran,
For 'tis now in our tale that the murders began.
I sing of arms and the man who, tormented by wrathful Juno and after much suffering, landed upon the Lavinian shore.
And then the murders began.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
And then the murders began.
Classy.
“In five years, the penis will be obsolete,” said the salesman. And then the murders began.
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful: All Praise is due to Allah, Lord of the Universe, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. And then the murders began.
“Hey there, Stella Baby!”
And then the murders began.
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Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the riverbank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book’, thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?’
And then the murders began.
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. And then the murders began.
The trawler plunged into the angry swells of the dark, furious sea like an awkward animal trying desperately to break out of an impenetrable swamp. And then the murders began.
Dr. Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse. And then the murders began.
Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. And then the murders began.
We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. And then the murders began. And then some more murders. And then some more. Holy shit, were there a lot of murders.
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
And then the murders began.
I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot,” or “That Claudius,” or “Claudius the Stammerer,” or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius,” am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled.
And then the murders began.
“Halt, who goes there?” And then the murders began.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
And then the murders began.
“'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And then the murders began.”
“So now what?” asked Yana Tretiakovna. And then the murders began.
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. And then the murders began.
“We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody dropped the girl off the bridge. And then the murders began”
It was in the days of Achasheverosh – that Achasheverosh who ruled over 127 provinces from Hodu to Kush. And then the murders began.