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| Eh, mate! What're you doing, goin' about waving that sword round! Don't you know this is Jolly Old America, chap? | |
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| Arrr, matey. U r suck. Seks me up! | |
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| Ho-lee Fuq! I say chap, it's raining bombs! What say we play a few rounds of cricket, then hit the wicket and get out of here, lickity split, chap? | |
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| Wut teh fuq? Raining bombs? Oh shiite, this was just da Whitehouse! We're so fuqed. The sandgooks will fuq us! | |
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| Ah fuq mate, let's seks up, because the bombs just blew up. Fuq, seks me, pirate, old chap, old pip, old bean. | |
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| Oh fuq yeh. Sweet mother your body is seks me up. | |
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