BL> I peas on your foot, gringo.

 RM> Now now. Lettuce have some pease and quiet here, you pear.
 RM> Don't make punsch with vegetables. Surely you can negotiate
 RM> some sort of peaseful orangement.

 BL>  Go on, avacado why don't you? Turnip up, you has-bean!  It's
 BL> unnesecelery to tell us to stick it in our parsnip when it's lime
 BL> ball.

All this lambasting is giving me sheepless nights. There's too much
at steak here. I'm no mutton for punishment, so why don't we go the
whole hog and meat somewhere so we can chew the fat, and re-veal
what we really mean, instead of mincing around like this?

Cheers

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