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*Translation: "Forsooth, fair Glaconeus, I can't reconnect thine lumination on mine own! FORSOOTH!
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*Translation: AAIE!! Can possums not make up his mind?! His punishment to me 'twas to work on thine light fixture!
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Translation: Blast, Glaconeus, I art his bitch!
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| You take orders from a blind guy who thinks Salma Hayek is a balding man in his 80's? | |
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