Begging

Halfway through the dinner, Foster tapped his glass to bring silence to the table.
“They say that holding a grudge is like drinking poison and hoping that the other person will die,” he said. “Which is why I’ve brought you here to apologize, and to beg for forgiveness.”
Foster’s enemies muttered among themselves, and then came to agreement to accept Foster’s apology.
They raised their glasses in a toast, and drank.
One by one, they clutched their throats, gasped, and collapsed.
“… and to serve you poisoned wine,” finished Foster.
He knocked over a candle, and left as the flames spread.

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