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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