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Order, order, order! Milster Malster in the chair. We've heard it
sinse sung thousandtimes. How Burghley shuck the rackushant
Germanon. For Ehren, boys, gobrawl!
     A public plouse. Citizen soldiers. 
     TAFF (a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking
through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order privious
to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of paraguastical
solation to the rhyttel in his hedd). All was flashing and krashning
blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? What see, buttywalch? Tell ever
so often?
     BUTT (mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied 
friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff toffiness or
to be digarced from ever and a daye in his accounts). But da. But
dada, mwilshsuni. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool!
     TAFF (porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup 
yurrup, puts up his furry furzed hare). Butly bitly! Humme to our
mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, in his jubalant tubalence,
the groundsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday side
in. The gubernier-gerenal in laut-lievtonant of Baltiskeeamore,
amaltheouse for leporty hole! Endues paramilintary langdwage.
The saillils of the yellavs nocadont palignol urdlesh. Shelltoss
and welltass and telltuss aghom! Sling Stranaslang, how Malo-
razzias spikes her, coining a speak a spake! Not the Setanik stuff
that slimed soft Siranouche! The goot old gunshop monowards
for manosymples. Tincurs tammit! They did oak hay doe fou
Chang-il-meng when that man d'airain was big top tom saw tip
side bum boss pageantfiller. Ajaculate! All lea light! Rassamble
the glowrings of Bruyant the Bref when the Mollies Makehal-
pence took his leg for his thumb. And may he be too an intrepida-
tion of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the mom
hath razed out limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery!
Pook. Sing ching lew mang! Upgo, bobbycop! Lets hear in
remember the braise of. Hold!
     BUTT (drawling forth from his blousom whereis meditabound of