Nephew Twiddleton is a SPAG.

[Doktor Howl]

Listen, being from Boston does NOT give you a license to run around being Irish all day, you baked-bean eating, low-rent congenital terrorist.  Put down the fucking corned beef and get back to work, jackass. 

I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU PEOPLE!

[Nephew Twiddleton]

You spelled my name right! 

[Doktor Howl]

You spelled my name right! 

NOT THE FUCKING POINT! 

[Nephew Twiddleton]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

[Doktor Howl]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

[Doktor Howl]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

Okay, I kinda can't argue with that one.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

[Doktor Howl]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".

[Nephew Twiddleton]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".

[Doktor Howl]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.

[Doktor Howl]

I heard that Twid once sucker punched some random schlub because he "looked at my [Twid's] Guinness the wrong way."

They say that Englishmen spontaneously prolapse when standing within 10 yards of Twiddleton.

Some have said that sure, but whether 'tis true or not, ye shouldn't be looking at a man's stout like that, like.

The prolapsing is the new rumor going around now, yeah? Can't confirm or deny that sure, unless the Englishman weren't wearing his trousers like.

We call THAT a "Scotsman".

Pretty sure I'm gonna die for that.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.

They had to put him in like. He fought them Nazis, sure.

[Doktor Howl]

As for the rest of it, I got my license from the Irish consulate on Boylston St, which while located in Boston, doesn't directly involve being from Boston. This license of course does give me permission to do such things as end declarative sentences with "like" and "sure", interrogative sentences with "yeah?" and to veil everything else I say in either hyperbole or understatement.

And I hate corned beef.

And you plot against Dimo for no reason.  WTF?  He's Italian, which means he's Catholic, too.

We're still mad that there hasn't been an Irish Pope yet like, outside of Discardyanism sure.

It's the Italians fault like. They basically stack the college of cardinals, yeah?

Tell that to the polack.

They had to put him in like. He fought them Nazis, sure.

And so Ratzinger was just put in for balance, or was that more of a Sith takeover?

I should have gotten that job, by the way.  I performed two miracles and everything, but they gave it to the Nazi, and HE gets all the Vatican hootchies.