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(be-e-e-ep,
be-e-e-ep!)
Hail? |
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Sir Bob! Hark! Thou
must do something
about thine ordure-encrusted cohort! Hail! |
What!
He still be shit -- er --
sitting in thine quarters? |
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Rightly, I say! |
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He hadst begun
that sit-in three -- hail! Hold on... |
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I say! If
thou doth continue riding mine ass,
I will make certain it is thou who shalt wear
mine steed's sphincter as a necklace! |
Go sucketh
ye a fat one! |
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Be thou stuck in traffic? |
Aye.
Nonetheless -- Rupert hath
been sitting there for three days? |
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Art thou
certain the stench
naught be coming from
his rotting corpse? |
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Fire in
the cornhole!
Hnnnnk --
(Brrrrt-BRAAT!) |
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o news is
good news, as I'm incredibly tired and really wanted to get today's
comic up before I passed out.