"I said," said Lear, "most pernicious monstress, perfect in her perfidy!" Kent mimed a set of generous bosoms on himself and raised an eyebrow as if to ask, "Boobs?" I shrugged as if to say, "Aye, boobs sounds right." "Aye, most pernicious perfidy indeed, sire," said I. "Aye, most bouncy and jiggling perfidy,"3 said Kent."