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<blockquote data-quote="gckless" data-source="post: 8409604" data-attributes="member: 635756"><p>I got you:</p><p></p><p>"What slanderous attacks hast thou thrown against mah phat name, thou contemptible wench, bia<span style="color: black">tch</span>? Whereas I have risen even unto tha foremost rank up in tha Royal Admiralty; whereas I have on nuff a occasion partaken up in clandestine crusades against tha Saracens; whereas by mine handz have fallen barbarians numberin some fifteen score; whereas I be most skilled up in tha wayz of tha ape warrior; whereas I be tha premier marksman amongst all of our Mackdaddydomz knights: Thou art up in mah sights but yet another quarry. Da Lord be mah witness, I shall smite thee as no-one under tha sun hath heretofore been smitten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy bia<span style="color: black">tch</span>. Dost thou deign ta fancy thyself secure ta cast thy spittle upon mah grill from behind tha Spiderz Veil, bia<span style="color: black">tch</span>? Then thou hast wandered tha fuc<span style="color: black">k</span> into grievous error. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yea, even at dis straight-up moment, I be bustin word across tha land ta mah fellow Templars, n' tha provenizzle of thy scrivenings shall up in short time become known unto mah dirty as<span style="color: black">s</span> fo' realz. A veritable maelstrom of vengeizzle is upon thy gates, thou wretched worm, which surely shall obliterate thy loathsome pretension of game. Truly, thou art foregone, child. Y'all KNOW dat s<span style="color: black">hit</span>, mothafu<span style="color: black">cka</span>! I move as swift as tha wind, n' wit mine own two handz I may at mah pleasure slay thee up in any of thirty n' five score modes. For verily as I be a masta up in tha pugilistic arts, even so doth tha manifold armory of tha Royal Guard lie at mah beck n' call, which up in its plenitude of juice I shall not delay ta unleash upon thee, dat thy fœtid flesh may no longer pollute dis land wit its presence, thou pitiful putrescence. Would dat thou couldst have foreseen what tha s<span style="color: black">hit</span> pimped out wrath thou hast by thy "brazen" jocositizzle summoned upon thyself! Perhaps thou wouldst have rather kept shut thy filth-spewin grill. But neither couldst thou thus foresee, nor didst thou take heed of prudence, n' thou art now reapin what tha s<span style="color: black">hit</span> thou hast sown, thou accursèd simpleton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy bia<span style="color: black">tch</span>. I'ma excrete rage all round bout thee, wherein shalt thou be consumed. Y'all KNOW dat s<span style="color: black">hit</span>, mothafu<span style="color: black">cka</span>! Thou hast shuffled off dis mortal coil, urchin."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gckless, post: 8409604, member: 635756"] I got you: "What slanderous attacks hast thou thrown against mah phat name, thou contemptible wench, bia[COLOR=black]tch[/COLOR]? Whereas I have risen even unto tha foremost rank up in tha Royal Admiralty; whereas I have on nuff a occasion partaken up in clandestine crusades against tha Saracens; whereas by mine handz have fallen barbarians numberin some fifteen score; whereas I be most skilled up in tha wayz of tha ape warrior; whereas I be tha premier marksman amongst all of our Mackdaddydomz knights: Thou art up in mah sights but yet another quarry. Da Lord be mah witness, I shall smite thee as no-one under tha sun hath heretofore been smitten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy bia[COLOR=black]tch[/COLOR]. Dost thou deign ta fancy thyself secure ta cast thy spittle upon mah grill from behind tha Spiderz Veil, bia[COLOR=black]tch[/COLOR]? Then thou hast wandered tha fuc[COLOR=black]k[/COLOR] into grievous error. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Yea, even at dis straight-up moment, I be bustin word across tha land ta mah fellow Templars, n' tha provenizzle of thy scrivenings shall up in short time become known unto mah dirty as[COLOR=black]s[/COLOR] fo' realz. A veritable maelstrom of vengeizzle is upon thy gates, thou wretched worm, which surely shall obliterate thy loathsome pretension of game. Truly, thou art foregone, child. Y'all KNOW dat s[COLOR=black]hit[/COLOR], mothafu[COLOR=black]cka[/COLOR]! I move as swift as tha wind, n' wit mine own two handz I may at mah pleasure slay thee up in any of thirty n' five score modes. For verily as I be a masta up in tha pugilistic arts, even so doth tha manifold armory of tha Royal Guard lie at mah beck n' call, which up in its plenitude of juice I shall not delay ta unleash upon thee, dat thy fœtid flesh may no longer pollute dis land wit its presence, thou pitiful putrescence. Would dat thou couldst have foreseen what tha s[COLOR=black]hit[/COLOR] pimped out wrath thou hast by thy "brazen" jocositizzle summoned upon thyself! Perhaps thou wouldst have rather kept shut thy filth-spewin grill. But neither couldst thou thus foresee, nor didst thou take heed of prudence, n' thou art now reapin what tha s[COLOR=black]hit[/COLOR] thou hast sown, thou accursèd simpleton. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy bia[COLOR=black]tch[/COLOR]. I'ma excrete rage all round bout thee, wherein shalt thou be consumed. Y'all KNOW dat s[COLOR=black]hit[/COLOR], mothafu[COLOR=black]cka[/COLOR]! Thou hast shuffled off dis mortal coil, urchin." [/QUOTE]
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