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| Hey, Tom. How's the party, mate? | |
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| Get out of my face, you fucking fascist. | |
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| What's wrong, luv? Bad beer? | |
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| Don't talk to me that way. This beer is piss. And there's no curry. | |
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If this is dumb, keep in mind that I don't know what I'm talking about.
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| It's nothing but the best, mate. Brewed right here by good citizens of the Empire! | |
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| Ever since the National Front ran all the immigrants out life's been shit for the rest of us. | |
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