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To: Mr. Al Atar, esq.
From: Sir Hamilton Beach-Bundt VC, BC, KG, OBE, FTW
Date: XIII August, MMVIII
Re: Your continued impertinence
Dear Sir:
My, you are saucy! It is a fine kettle of fish when one is subject to the foaming blather of a greasy convict, make no bones about it! But I am not daunted, and can dish it out as well as take it. Stew in your fermenting juices, if you wish, but have a care not to disembogue the congealed offal of your tepid intellect against one of your butters...I mean betters.
You, sir, are at a fork in the road, and you are running out of tine.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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