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You, the dread Cthulhu, unspeakable horror incarnate, the green, sticky spawn of space, intimidated by French-Canadians?
True - I've met quite a few Quebecois I'd not care to curse nor cross... then there was Solange, who could command me with a word, but I digress.
I can forgive your atrocious grammar, after all, I couldn't speak clearly with a squid in my mouth, much less a squid FOR a mouth, but this whinging, cringing, ink-my-diapers display is shameful.
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