So I am not afraid of you.

Do you know why?
Probably not, for men of your kind would be unable to understand.

It is because I would rather die than have your dirty hand touch me--a thousand times rather.

Do not drop your arms, you low-lived cur, for you have never been nearer death in all your miserable life than you are now.

God knows I want to kill you; it is the one desire of my heart at this moment to rid the earth of such a beast.