"The nerve! Not so! That word still rankles."
"You're sinking. I can't see your ankles."
"The thugs are here; we now just squeeze."
"Excuse me: It's above your knees."
"We planned all this; it's no surprise."
"There's nothing showing 'neath your thighs."
"With terrorists brute force works best."
"I think the mud's now at your chest."
"To show our strength, we have to drub
These...Arab...glub, glub, glub, glub, glub."
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