Challo, my name is Inigo Montoya.

Pippin: I didn’t think it would end this way.

trinken -> to drink | ertrinken -> to drown

*stechen -> to stab (as well, not just sting)

Completive transitive "er-" my beloved! It has a less productive counterpart in non-lethal transitive "an-".

hängen -> to hang | erhängen -> to hang until dead

zählen -> to count | erzählen -> to count until dead

The Emperor wasn't simply at Death's door but well inside the hallway, admiring the carpet and commenting on the hatstand. And you didn't have to be a political genius to know that when someone like that died, scores were being settled before he'd even got cold. Anyone he'd publicly called a friend would have a life expectancy more normally associated with things that hover over trout streams at sunset.

“What is sticking in your foot is a Mitzy ‘Pretty Lucretia’ four-inch heel, the most dangerous footwear in the world. Considered as pounds per square inch, it’s like being trodden by a very pointy elephant. Now, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, ‘Could she press it all the way through to the floor?’ And, you know, I’m not sure about that myself. The sole of your boot might give me a bit of trouble, but nothing else will. But that’s not the worrying part. The worrying part is that I was forced practically at knifepoint to take ballet lessons as a child, which means I can kick like a mule; you are sitting in front of me; and I have another shoe.”

the beauty of compound words:

Letis: Hinfort! Niemand betritt das Reich des Letis! Ich: Letis, Letis, Letis, mein Süßer……verirrter, kleiner Weltenlenker. Du übersiehst dabei eine nicht besonders nennenswerte, aber umso wichtigere Einzelheit.