Oi spook!! What ya bloody hell do ta’ ma Boyfr—eeehhmm.. ta’ the doctor!!! I’ll shoot that bloody nogging ya’ call a head!! You bloody wanker!!
Mymy, feeling a bit agitated, aren’t we, Mr. Mundy?
I know it must be difficult for you to understand this, considering that lump of soil you call a brain, so allow me to explain it in a manner even you can understand:
I would be careful what comes out of that mouth of yours, or your precious docteur won’t be around for long.
At least, he won’t be as “pretty” as usual once my balisong and I are done with him …