
Once more into the breach dear friends |

Sod off, I'm meditating
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This is what I do all day |

Now, what was it you said about my wife? |

And this is where I normally put the boot in
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You'll keep |

Now, where was that key? |

Opportunities like this don't come twice |

Action replay then
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Are you ready
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You too could be a community copper
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Yeah, right |

Now, where was that pepper spray? |

The rest of my toys
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Are there openings for police dogs?
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You're under arrest |

The dogs too short anyway |

Picking flowers
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Time for you to be deflowered, girl
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Remember those hand cuffs, you bastard |

It's payback time, my son
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Are you done meditating? |

We're serious martial artists |

I'm not |

Us neither
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At least they can win at kubb |

Did you know there is something called the drunken
style? |

But it takes years of practise |

Yeah, but we're masters |

Look guys, there is only one master
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But we're willing students |

Now where was that dojo? |

Who needs a dojo anyway, hic |

Dojo? I'd settle for a bog right now
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Bog?, Do it in your kacks, like us |
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