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YOU DIRTY, STINKIN' THIEVIN' MONGREL, SON OF A SPUD-BRAINED, Q-TIPPED, FUZZ-HEADED, CUD-SPITTIN', JUMPER-WEARIN, DAM! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU. I'LL TEAR YOUR SKIN OFF FOR A FEDORA AND USE YOUR LEGS TO PROP UP THE DRYING RACK I'M GOING TO MAKE FROM YOUR RIBCAGE TO DRY OUT YOUR INTESTINES TO USE AS CHORD FOR A NECKLACE TO HANG YOUR SHRIVELLED BOLLOCKS FROM, YOU STINKIN', GRASS-EATIN', RUMINATIN' CURSED CAMELID!
(You might want to continue onto the back of the shirt...)
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