me, shaking and nauseous: i don’t feel that good
one of my medieval peasant hallucinations keeping me company: mæg ic forleten cwycgan ænne fulle mete?
me: henry i don’t think i’d be able to keep it down at this point
my other medieval peasant hallucination: henry you know how to speak modern english. stop being pretentious
henry: nē ic wile nāt