Hell's fire if I don't cut your gullet open.

You swiped grub when it's the same thing as slitting a man's gullet.

No flame leaps up its gullet.

I poured down my gullet all and sundry that was given me.

He is the State's cormorant, one that fishes for the public but feeds himself; the misery is he fishes without the cormorant's property, a rope to strengthen the gullet and to make him disgorge.