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| Thy kindey stones hang flacid in thine fatty tissues, Sir Ham! | |
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| Thou dost mocketh me, young lad. Hold thy tongue or a lashing from gristle and lard ye shall receive! | |
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| Thy threats do maketh mine testicles ache with pain from a sound so uproarious in mine belly. Thy future be graven if things be taken careth not. | |
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| Could be the end is this? With words of ridicule and mockery and thy, and thine, and thoust? | |
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