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| Oi'm a woild, mad kangaroo, matey! Oi gots me moy own bluddy roiful, and Oi'm gonna blow the shit outta that there squoill! | |
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| Learn to talk right, you pasty meat sack! | |
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| Oi?!? Wha'd you just soy ta me there, bloke? | |
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| Cut out the fucked up accent, grease licker! You're giving me a fucking headache! | |
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| Oi gotta gud moind ta blow your bluddy carcass to kingdum come, ye wee poiker! | |
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| Yeah? And I've got a good mind to tear out your vocal chords and use them to string Pete Townshend's fucking guitar just before they do, "Baba O'Reily!" | |
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