Frogprince, you ruddy 'eathen bastard, I 'ope you die miserably wif festering boils! I don't 'ave no children I'll 'ave you know. I am childless and glad of it! I carn't stand the lit'tle buggers, runnin' around bustin' up people's propitty and vandalizin' and all. If I 'ad me way all the lit'tle ruffians would be shipped off to the country and put in special edicational compounds, like, till they reached adult'ood and was responsible. The trouble wif these bloody stupid gits like you and jOhn from 'Ull is that you was left to roam the streets when you was lit'tle shavers and you learnt all sort of deviltry there wot ruint you as decent citizens like.
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