You shall do no such thing, you buck-toothed, inbred, hebetudinous bumpkin. No longer will you touch my sensitive areas---
Bessy, you kin talk?
Of course I can talk. I can think and I can blow a rape whistle. Now, where is that confounded thing? Ah yes, here it is. Tooooooooot! Tooooooot!
Where the heck did she find a whistle?
Tooooooot! Tooooooot! I found it in a pile of poop in the back 40. Evidently I must have eaten it at some point. Now if you'll excuse me...Tooooooot! Tooooooot!
