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| G'day there fellow! What news, praythee? | |
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| Verily, M'Lord all is well with me and mine. How's M'Lord's health? | |
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| I say my good man, I am not at all well...."amidships", as goes the saying. | |
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| Damn, and blast sir! Are you not well? I entreat you M'lord, how goes it with you? | |
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| T'is my scrotum, good sir. It itcheth madly. I want to tear it from myself and hurl it to the constellations! I vouchsafe sir, I may do it yet! | |
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| Fie sir! Verily! A pox upon your vile and scurvy scrotum. A curse upon my goodly lords wretched sack, I say! | |
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