Here we had a right poor bastard who ended up getting pulled through a desert. His hands were tied above his head and a tall man with a moustache and a short man with a beard pulled him with a horse while he walked behind. He was not feeling so good, probably on account of feeling like they were going to kill him at the end of their walk, so he asked to stop. Moustache said no, Beard said yes. Beard had more sway than Moustache, because next they were standing in a line pissing into the wind. Once the piss was done, they let the poor bastard lie in the sand. This, he found, did not ease his churning stomach at all.