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rob: And when ye have done and finished your work Then come to me for your cambric shirt Parsley Sage Rosemary's and Time
The Grey Monk: And bacon.
rob: So I say my heathen thank you for my bacon and eggs... And thank you that some Christian cluster bomb hasn't blown off both my legs...
The Grey Monk: Breakfast grub inspires such poetry in men. If only fat were safe to eat again.
rob: My right arm is pins and needles for the last two months, bad circulation, smoking probably...
The Grey Monk: Cigarettes are for cowboys, young man.
rob: Guess I gotta give up the cowboy business as well then, less of the "young" please my good man, I'm old and proud of it