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[[TOC]] [[Page 15]] [[Page 17]] froriose. 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 an- 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.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Yutah! Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Mukk's pleasurad. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Are you jeff? Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Somehards. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; But you are not jeffmute? Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Noho. Only an utterer. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you? Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; I became a stun a stummer. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How, ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Mutt? Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Aput the buttle, surd. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Whose poddle? Wherein? Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he. Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were ; ; ; ; ; ; ; you. Mutt.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I ; ; ; ; ; ; ; rimimirim ! Jute.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; 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.<STRIKE> ; ; </STRIKE>; 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

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