shyte
Humpledink: Mary, what's that on ye face?
Mary: Hmm? What ever do ye mean?
Humpledink: Right there! Aside ye nose.
Mary: Oh yes, this...hmm...pudding perhaps. Yes?
Humpledink: Mary...wait...tis...TIS SHYTE!
Mary: Hmm? What ever do ye mean?
Humpledink: Right there! Aside ye nose.
Mary: Oh yes, this...hmm...pudding perhaps. Yes?
Humpledink: Mary...wait...tis...TIS SHYTE!
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