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Jump to navigationJump to searchfroriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich- indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil- lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller- day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty ang- glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea- ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks. Jute. - Yutah! Mutt. - Mukk's pleasurad. Jute. - Are you jeff? Mutt. - Somehards. Jute. - But you are not jeffmute? Mutt. - Noho. Only an utterer. Jute. - Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you? Mutt. - I became a stun a stummer. Jute. - What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How, Mutt? Mutt. - Aput the buttle, surd. Jute. - Whose poddle? Wherein? Mutt. - The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he. Jute. - You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you. Mutt. - Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I rimimirim ! Jute. - One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good for you. Mutt. - Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel- lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy! He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
