*Accidentally hits his foot on the table*
Pure Vanilla: Ah, fiddle sticks! This son of a scaramouch gadabout poppinjay fopdoodle gobermouch mooncalf zounderkite scobberlotcher table really scrambles my eggs!
Golden Cheese: Dude, please just say fuck! I beg you!
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