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| We were dunkin' the poor bloody bastads in wata. | |
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| Ay, you ought not do that Bobb-ay. Someone on the up-and-ups bound to find out soona or lata! | |
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| Can't help it, I fancy the way they splutta and spit when ya bring 'em up. | |
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| Oh, Bobby, per-aps ya in the wrong kinda buisness? | |
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| You, wanka! What else kinda buisness ought I be in?! | |
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| I think you ought to take up the ol' hook an' bait. Watch the fish splutter and spit for a change. Failin' that, you could always become a teacha. | |
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