The Malleus Maleficarum.

Your steely blue was tinted with gore, ran red with the blush of fresh blood.

My hammer is forging a doughty sword!

She hit him with a hammer.

He said he heard hammering.

Here the hammer stroke will fall hardest.

Bob can no more swim than a hammer can.

Meat, I just love meat

Meat, Hike meat

If he hears a hammer, he'll have you arrested.

He accidentally hit his thumb with the hammer.

War is coming to man, Michael, whether you wish it or not.

A butcher deals in meat.

That meat is chicken.

The destination death row, state prison.

Where'd you lift this from?!

Beef?

Here we are meat.

The irony.

It's not the job for a spy, of course!

Looks like meat, tastes like meat.

He accidentally hit his thumb with the hammer.

It only rattles that expected pattern and unity of structural features.

This is a poor use of prosecutorial discretion.

Fresh meat.

By his own blood.

This stuff's for cows.

Eat some meat.

Oh, great, the butcher's.

Dry meat.

Is that the butcher?

You think that's ironic?

A man wooed his lady with steak.

Double irony.

Flesh!

We had these data a few years ago.

I prefer mutton to beef.

Next order!

Muscle is constantly being used constantly being damaged.

This flesh is only flesh!

All this bashing and hammering is just to appease the boy.

The weak are food for the strong.

It's ironic.

Leading the way what's leading the way?

That's what you're seeing here.