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Jute - One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all | Jute - One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all | ||
your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here | your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here | ||
− | have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. [[Ghinees hies good for you|Ghinees hies good]] | + | have [[sylvan coyne]], a piece of oak. [[Ghinees hies good for you|Ghinees hies good]] |
[[Ghinees hies good for you|for you]]. | [[Ghinees hies good for you|for you]]. | ||
Mutt - Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel | Mutt - Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel |
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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 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