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| Brother Albert, rumor hath made it such, no longer know I where to place my butt. | |
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| My lord, children learn these things in school. The name of the apparatus is "chair," or in my lord's case, due to the recent death of our father the King, the same letters may be pronounced "throne." | |
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| In writing, thou would hath my throne declared merely a chair? | |
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| My lord, my loyal heart will proclaim "throne" of whatever thou rubbest against thy bum. | |
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| Ah, Brother Albert, against all rumors thy loyal tongue performs wonders. | |
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| Yes, they do say that about my tongue, don't they. | |
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