Well I'm smelling something and it sure ain't blood.

All your smells are belong to us

How about biblical?

For not even the son of Maddox knows the exact hour of the coming of the patch.

Or,

And why are you anxious about patching? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin . . . in this version.

This thread is freaking me out! son of Maddox, blood thirsty chickens

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother;
be he never nearer the patch,
This day shall gentle his condition;

“It will not give us a single bit of gold or silver, not a gem, nor any coal or iron. It will not give us a single foot of earth that can be planted with crops to raise food. It's no use. So, if you cannot understand that there is something in man which responds to the challenge of this patch and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won't see why we wait.”

A patch, a patch! My kingdom for a patch!


Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to the patch.


Slave! I have set my life upon a patch,
And I will stand the hazard of the patch

[Luthier]
To release, or not to release, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Forumites,
Or to take Arms against a C# of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to code, to patch
No more; and by a patch, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That code is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to patch,
To patch, perchance to Dream; Ay, there's the rub,


[B6]
"How poor are they that have not patience!
What patch did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on dilatory time."

[a cynic]
If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an
improbable fiction.

That would never happen

C-C-C-C-Combo Breaker!