"Bloody burly-boned spur-galled knave," she mumbled under her breathe. Resisting the urge to shift in her seat, Nicky stared into his eyes and said, "I had two. First one broke during transportation and the last one...had an equally unfortunate accident."
Fucking Pierre! Slimy frothy whoreson whey-face couldn't keep his hands to himself, she said to herself. "It's part of the reason I left; the personnel there had difficulties letting me finish my work."