Why? I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! Well, we did do the nose. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.
Who’s that then? Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! And the hat. She’s a witch! The nose?
Nou la pou nou sevi kominote a ak tout fos kouraj nou nan tout fason nou kapab.
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