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[[froriose]]. What a [[quhare]] [[soort]] of a [[mahan]]. It is [[evident]] the [[michindaddy|mich-]] | [[froriose]]. What a [[quhare]] [[soort]] of a [[mahan]]. It is [[evident]] the [[michindaddy|mich-]] | ||
| − | [[michindaddy|indaddy]]. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these [[kraals]] of | + | [[michindaddy|indaddy]]. [[Lets we]] overstep his [[fire defences]] and these [[kraals]] of |
| − | slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil- | + | slitsucked [[marrogbones]]. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil- |
lory way to [[Hirculos pillar]]. [[Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer?|Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered]] | lory way to [[Hirculos pillar]]. [[Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer?|Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered]] | ||
[[Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer?|women blown monk sewer?]] Scuse us, [[chorley]] guy! You toller- | [[Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer?|women blown monk sewer?]] Scuse us, [[chorley]] guy! You toller- | ||
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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
