Swiftnick:  His hands are weak , his bellies ' large , his word ai n't worth a button . A nasty , twisting , oily rogue , that human dungheap , Glutton .
Dick Turpin: There 's the dog , immortalized in verse ! Is there _ one _ about Spiker then ?
Swiftnick: Yeah , but not one I can say aloud .
Dick Turpin: And it does n't rhyme either .