Hey mon, you sure be takin' a long time ta stir dem ingredients. Wit dat cocksweepah moosh-tache ond faggotty red scahf, eet's no surprise you be whiskin' wit da limp wrist.
Just ingore him.
Don't be turnin' ya back own me, mon. Ya tink I wahnt to be lookin' at ya flabby mahn lovin' ass?
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