To R1.
[The Beast is pissed. He's had about enough of this wallowing around and the alcohol fumes make him sneeze and he didn't get to see Beauty this month and he couldn't get out of the room and Daniel's depression makes him very tired and it all makes him extremely grumpy.]
I do not care about your stupid scribblings and your childish fear of the sky and the idiotic women you get in your bed because the men around here are apparently incapable of pleasing a woman and you are the best they can get. You are not to have one more drop of drink until you stop being such a cowardly, moping, lily-livered bastard and grow a devil cursed spine. Get up off your arse and care or so help me I will tell them all about what you think of yourself and what you think about doing and then I will tell them to tell that cold whoreson you call a father and then he will lock you up somewhere and dunk you in opium fumes until you don't know which way is up.
A final threatening snarl that's cut-off midroar as the recording ends.