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| My liege! What news of thy ailment, prithee? | |
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| Verily, I wish I could cast my balls of this affliction as easily as the French harlot that hath laid itch to me nutsack | |
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| A Pox on the French! A pox on on my Lord's balls! | |
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| Excuse me but cursing the Royal genitals was prohibited under the 173 Acte Againste Ye Poxe and Scurvye! I'd like to speak to your Royale line manager, sirrah! | |
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| Indeed this ass doth make a fool of us both! | |
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