And yer complainin 'bout me home, plebe?! I hope you get the plague, you blimey widdershins blasphemous peasant
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I won't get the plague because I'll my surviving off of my sweet, fresh and delicious New Jersey corn and Tomatoes.
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Tomatoes? What's that? Some sort of witchery, say I...I'll report you to the constable for your transgressions against the Lord! We'll remove you from your place of [i]New Jersey[/i] and put you in the pillory where you belong
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