"Cheers, you grubby little colonist."
They're just minutes away from apple martinis and body shots.
OK, sure your majesty, I guess you have a right to call soccer 'football' if you want.
"Bottoms up, Queenie. After six or seven o' these Glowing Nucular Spritzers, that's the position you'll be in! Heh heh heh!"
"They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder."
"Bumps, G.W.! Now is it true that you have on occasion strapped on a goat head and cloven hooves, worked up a healthy chubster and danced around a sacrificial fire with witches?"
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