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[[TOC]] [[Page 521]] [[Page 523]] <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Ef I chuse to put a bullet like yu through the grill for heckling what business is that of yours, yu bullock? <STRIKE> </STRIKE> I don't know, sir. Don't ask me, your honour! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Gently, gently Northern Ire! Love that red hand! Let me once more. There are sordidly tales within tales, you clearly understand that? Now my other point. Did you know, whether by melanodactylism or purely libationally, that one of these two Crimeans with the fender, the taller man, was accused of a cer- tain offence or of a choice of two serious charges, as skirts were divided on the subject, if you like it better that way? You did, you rogue, you? <STRIKE> </STRIKE> You hear things. Besides (and serially now) bushes have eyes, don't forget. Hah! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Which moral turpitude would you select of the two, for choice, if you had your way? Playing bull before shebears or the hindlegs off a clotheshorse? Did any orangepeelers or green- goaters appear periodically up your sylvan family tree? <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Buggered if I know! It all depends on how much family silver you want for a nass-and-pair. Hah! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> What do you mean, sir, behind your hah! You don't hah to do thah, you know, snapograph. <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Nothing, sir. Only a bone moving into place. Blotogaff. Hahah! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Whahat? <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Are you to have all the pleasure quizzing on me? I didn't say it aloud, sir. I have something inside of me talking to myself. <STRIKE> </STRIKE> You're a nice third degree witness, faith! But this is no laughing matter. Do you think we are tonedeafs in our noses to boot? Can you not distinguish the sense, prain, from the sound, bray? You have homosexual catheis of empathy between narcis- sism of the expert and steatopygic invertedness. Get yourself psychoanolised! <STRIKE> </STRIKE> O, begor, I want no expert nursis symaphy from yours broons quadroons and I can psoakoonaloose myself any time I want (the fog follow you all!) without your interferences or any other pigeonstealer.

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