The bald look isn’t a good look for you
An ancient Greek tragedy playwright by the name of Aeschylus basically defined the genre, and even was present at some of the greatest battles in Greek history against the Persians. Which means that a man so talented, who lived a good life, would need a good death, right? In 458 BC, Aeschylus heard a prophecy that he was going to be killed by a falling object, so he stayed outdoors most of the time, away from anything that would look like it could fall. Instead, a passing eagle, holding a tortoise in it’s mouth, mistook his bald head for a rock and dropped it’s lunch. Instead of shattering the shell, it shattered his skull. Now that’s both tragic and ironic.
Ma sacrée toux = My sacred cough
Massacrez tous = Massacre all ( kill all )