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(thump!)
Dammit! If ye
droppeth his leg
one more time...! |
Mmf--
Pashing out--
Sho, sho drunk-- |
He doth be laden
with sweat! A
slippery drunken
bastard,
ye he be! |
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Get thine a better
grip on his slick
appendage! |
(Zzzzz)-- |
He doth reek of
ale and wenches!
Be thou ready? |
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Heave! |
(Zzzz)--
(ka-thump!)
Owh, noh! |
What thine hell?
I thought his bed
doth be over here! |
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Grasp him again!
Try yon end there!
Heave! |
(ka-thump!)
Sonomabith! |
Whose idea be
this to giveth him
a room in ye olde
wine cellar? |
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It be blacker than
ye ace-of-spades!
Be this his
bed rightly here? |
(ka-thump!)
Maht neh fuck, I
don feel so good.
(gurgle, gurgle) |
Ye shit. |
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Doth that unholy
gurgling be-- |
(CHLORT,
BLAARG!)(sploosh) |
Aye. It be.
(sloosh) |
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