In the keen chill of this early spring evening,
surely the charitable thing to do would be to to invite these unfortunate strays into the warmth of a nearby tavern, where the three of you could warm yourselves with a drop or two of good cheer.
Before you bugger both of 'em and dash their brains out on the cobblestones, guffawing, before retiring to your parlour for a glass of Port and a slice of game pie.
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Tue 5 Apr 2011, 1:24,
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Before you bugger both of 'em and dash their brains out on the cobblestones, guffawing, before retiring to your parlour for a glass of Port and a slice of game pie.
You forgot the
throwing your cape over your shoulder bit........
And defogging your monacle whilst you sneer down at your victims...
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Tue 5 Apr 2011, 1:28,
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And defogging your monacle whilst you sneer down at your victims...
Yes, you're right, old chap.
And the hollow tap-tap-tap of my silver-tipped cane as I stroll toward Whitechapel and melt into the fog.
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