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What a tribe of weaklings that it has to send its local torturer!
Next season will you send your go-go dancers to the battle?
 
Becareful, your head doesn't soften, as your hair spikes harden, and sink into your skull, spilling it's foul contents for everyone to see.
 
[Insulting a male warrior]

Do you go skyclad, so you can count to twentyone

[Or a well endowed female]

Do you go skyclad, so you can count to twentytwo
 
If Bart Simpson was Slaine then he might say 'Eat my Tartens'.

( Or whatever fancy name the Celts have for their speical brand of Tarten shorts.)
 
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