It's been over three weeks since my concluding post in the Great Kneeling Debate, and yet no reply from the forces of Rerum Novarum. Therefore, I say the following:
You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! Ah blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur king! You and all your silly English k-nnnnnn-ighuts! Pttttht! . . . you empty-headed animal food-trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!There. Maybe that'll get things moving again.