> (I'm gonna git ya, Hamilton, you bastard. Don't you forget it.)
You and what army, Johnson?
Ye may call spirits frae the vasty deeps, but will they answer? Ye are but
ane cheap blend tae my twenty-years aged in the oak Glenmorangie.
Know your place, sirrah, afore I am drawn tae indulge in a flyting wi ye.
Hoots.
Robin Roy McGregor Hamilton.
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