Cor blimey!!! Wot stupid sod started this 'ere bloody stupid fread? 'E should 'ave 'is ears boxed, the silly bugger! These bloody Yanks are all fat, stupid, and daft. They're up to their ears in chip dip and Coca Cola and they carn't bloody well talk sense if their worthless lives depended on it. If I 'ad me way they would all 'ave to pay fifty quid in reparations to the whole bleedin' world, that's wot I say. Fifty quid for every man, woman, and child wot 'as 'ad fings loik the Archy comics and the Free Stooges foisted on 'em by the bloody STUPIDEST excuse for a civilizytion wot ever was dreamed of! If I 'ad been in charge of the British army in 1775, I would've exterminyted the lot of 'em! The revolutionary ones, I mean. Bunch of schemin' traitors to the crown! I would gone up and down the land 'angin' 'em from the highest tree. That there George Warshington I would 'ave drawn and quartered, loik in the mid-evil times. You carn't show no mercy to thieves and scoundrels loik that lot. To hell wif the bloody sods, I say!!! AR282, you can stick it!
(Cor! That felt good. I 'aven't 'ad this good an excuse to rave on in some time.)