Excuse me sir, were you looking at my female companion?
Why not? Are you denying her beauty?
I plan to fornicate with your mother. How do you feel about this?
I object, sir
For I was told you tried to steal my narcotics
Please explain your intentions
Your physiognomy has an uncanny resemblance to my scrotal sac, sir. You are a fool and fisticuffs are forthcoming
I did not want to have to do this, but you have forced my hand
I will easily defeat you in battle which will teach you a lesson for appropriating my hashish
I must protest at your behavior
Now withdraw from my presence else it may come to further blows
I am en route to the town centre where I may enjoy a liaison with a lady
If my amorous intentions fail I will enjoy some fortified wine in lieu
Furthermore I plan to partake of amphetamine sulphate and marijuana in such heroic dosages
That come the morrow I may well have shuffled off this mortal coil
I know a fellow who has some hashish
If that fails to intoxicate me I shall partake of some crack cocaine
It would be pleasant to add some ether, ingest the crystallised results and then inject myself with heroin
Some phencyclidine and liberty cap mushrooms will do for tiffin
Don't bother me with your nonsense sir
(I had sexual relations with your mother last night)
Don't bother me with your nonsense sir
(it was I who finished your cannabis joint)
What precisely are your intentions you insane vulvic canal
I thought that it was Russian when I heard it, but then I saw what appeared to be a personalized Sydney Opera House and realized that it must be English-speak.