Maybe dread our bread, rain or spow or I don't fucking know.

You wanna go in that freaking bunk and walk to you Want like that scarecrow on the TV?

Shut up.

Now you're distraught as a black man strut Any dread can spot you from a mile.

Oh, after you talked about the money side but learn you a few things just spent on my corn If may I teach you after of compensation for me time you understand?

Got 30 pence for it Depends.

That is satisfactory for a few pointers.

Now walk.

You got your Edmund.

I slow it down.

Weeks smashing like you the stormtrooper hunting.

You got to be the guy doing the hunting at this time.

Truth blinking.

Talking about something.

And Ross Beilin Man, you blinking, talking about.

Fuck you, Dennis!

I had no one teach me Jack shit in my life.

A mom or dad, brother or sister?

No one.

My whole life I had nobody.

It's only ramping.

Withdrew.

Abridging patrol.

I can't know how deep European got a real thing, man.

No high pain.

But I always kept eyes out for you.

anyway, it's It's an Army Christmas song upon us.

My mother puts on a serious spread.

You wanna come stop with the Jamaican Germany did.

I don't like Christmas.

What?

Nothing but chicken, rice and peas.

Roast potato stuff in.

All right, all right.

As long as you quiet your beak about your Yeah.

Ha ha ha.

Yeah.