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Noh! Ish-- gonna--
lay here a bitsh. |
Thou candst stay
here! Why doth thou
not go to bed? |
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N-- no. Too tired. |
What thine fork? |
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What goes
on here! |
Munner fugger--
Ish that-- mish--
Qwert? Shnit! |
Rupert still doth
be searching for
his beloved muse. |
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I thought he
doth went off
to taketh a leak! |
(hic!)
I just-- finished.
Ruh-- roll me over. |
He hath searched
the bottom of
ye bottle, I wot. |
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He doth be under
a bottle cap, hail. |
Mah-- muse.
Ish not under
here, eisher. |
Our best bet be to
just wait out his
pungent intoxication. |
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Nutteth to that action! Grabbeth his legs;
I shall
attend to his arms! |
Mohve me and
eshperiensh-- my
shtomach joosh! |
I doth be none-the-interested in
seeing Rupert's
technicolor yawn! |
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