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[Alex has just struck Dim on the legs]

Dim: What did you do that for?

Alex: For being a bastard with no manners,
      and not a dook of an idea how to comport
      yourself public-wise, O my brother.

Dim: I don't like you should do what you done,
     and I'm not your brother no more
     and wouldn't want to be.

Alex: Watch that. Do watch that, O Dim,
      if to continue to be on live thou dost wish.

Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you.
     I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva
     anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at
     me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I
     won't have it.

Alex: A nozh scrap any time you say.

Dim: Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe.
     Best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now,
     so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka.
     Right, right?