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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want.
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want.

Well, for a start he wants to annex Poland. :wacko:
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want.

Well, for a start he wants to annex Poland. :wacko:

I could hear his great wet slobbering lips going at yer ... and his hand going up yer...
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want.

Well, for a start he wants to annex Poland. :wacko:

I could hear his great wet slobbering lips going at yer ... and his hand going up yer...

Daddy, you make me feel like a child. :wtf:
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Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand is it's people groveling. :eyeroll: And don't apologize.

Oh, no no... I'm sure the head waiter, he will want to apologize to you himself. I will fetch him at once.

You know, one day, my-- my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, 'Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and... love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go,' and so, I became a waiter. Well, it's-- it's not much of a philosophy, I know,... but, well,... f*** you. I can live my own life in my own way if I want to. F*** off.

How shall we f**k off, O Lord? :unsure:

stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am. :o

Oh no, we only have Tudor jobs.

It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility ligging around on motorized bicycles. :huh:

But Your_Lion has a secret identity...when trouble strikes at any time...at any place...he is ready to become... Bicycle Repair Man!

Oh my God! OK, surround the entire city. Send in four waves of armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! :bang bang:

Real guns, sir. Not toy ones, sir. Proper ones, sir. They've all got 'em. All of 'em, sir. And some of 'em have got tanks.

And grenades, sir. And machine guns, sir. So I'd like to leave, sir, before I get killed, please. :scared:

You stay in the room, and make sure HE doesn't leave.

Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody.

Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.

:yes: After all, a murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want.

Well, for a start he wants to annex Poland. :wacko:

I could hear his great wet slobbering lips going at yer ... and his hand going up yer...

Daddy, you make me feel like a child. :wtf:

We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen and a half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us! Oh, it is a lonely life -- bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear....
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I want you to be my helpmates...you're not Jewish, are you? :unsure:

The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front

Well, we have ways of making them join. Norman there :geddy: does a lot of converting, that sort of thing. And there's his mate, Bruce Beer. :geddy:
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I want you to be my helpmates...you're not Jewish, are you? :unsure:

The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front

Well, we have ways of making them join. Norman there :geddy: does a lot of converting, that sort of thing. And there's his mate, Bruce Beer. :geddy:

Is your name not Bruce, then?
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I want you to be my helpmates...you're not Jewish, are you? :unsure:

The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front

Well, we have ways of making them join. Norman there :geddy: does a lot of converting, that sort of thing. And there's his mate, Bruce Beer. :geddy:

Is your name not Bruce, then?

My name is Ozymandias, King of Ants. Look on my feelers. :poke:
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