May a local enter thine residence. Nay! Companion, I see thine at work. Do not disrespect me due to my appearance companion, maybe if thine got rid of that preposterous hair do maybe thine would get more wenches on thine penis. Alas! Maybe Tanisha would contact thine canid rear and stop associating with that magistrate or plague doctor she’s messing with. Companion! Pardon me! – Sir Lamar roasts sir Franklin, 1278.