Friends, Romans and countrymen, lend me your ears! Or, as the case may be, your mouse-clicking, stewed-prune-like fingers. And I shall direct you, thou bootless clapper-clawed moldwarp, thou loathed issue of thy father's loins, to the Shakespearan Insulter.
Peace, ye fat guts!
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