Slap up. Definitely. A slap up nosh-faced nurkle of the lowest cadaver.
Really?
You bet your fat old aunt. A diabetic donkey, that's what I found. Inside your very eyeball.
The very one.
The very shinoozle. What a pile of ciabatta that was, chicken-faced pie cake, inside the noggin of an egg nog.
What?
What to the pot, ya flotty mot.
What the box of fudge are you on about?
On about, off about? About turn, turn spin, win, fin...
Are you alright?
Alrighty matey? Jimmy zoomy wadoomy chocolate cake Einstein's Theory of Relativity and a cherry on top!
I think you need some Psychiatric Help.
Some Psychiatric Yelp? What the chocodoobie is that?
OH FOR GOD'S SAKE SHUT UP YOU IDIOTIC MORON!
What the purgatory was he on about? Weirdo.
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