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Nobody likes a show-off, you know, grant. Well, we like you because of the whiskers but a handlebar moustache will butter few parsnips in the ancient Burgundian enclave of Pimlico. So, for your own protection, I shall spirit you away to Earls Court, where the boys in the Coleherne will know what to do with you.
And, yes, SIHaC was exquisite, Lord Flowers. |
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