I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent,
you silly king!
You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you,
so-called Arthur-king, you and all your silly English kaniggets.
Thppppt!
I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed
animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You
mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a!
'Allo, daffy English kaniggets and Monsieur Arthur-King,
who is afraid of a duck, you know! So, we French fellows out-wit
you a second time!
How you English say, I one more time-a unclog my nose in
your direction, sons of a window-dresser! So, you think you could
out-clever us French folk with your silly knees-bent running about
advancing behavior! I wave my private parts at your aunties, you
heaving lot of second hand electric donkey bottom biters.
No chance, English bedwetting types. I burst my pimples
at you and call your door opening request a silly thing. You
tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!
