Sentence The Onehundredandninetyseventh
Elginbrod suddenly looked at the facsimile headstone in the corner of his Private Office: “look!” he screamed, vehemently atrabilious: “we can nail them!” and Rankine was suddenly off-balance, what on earth was his employer raving about, but he didn't need to ask, as Elginbrod continued, spitting out his words on a shower of saliva: “those fucking twats, or whatever they're called, we must own it somewhere, find it, establish it and we'll screw those fuckers to the face of Salisbury Crags and fling shit at them – they'll capitulate, just to get us to stop with the keech – there'll be no toenadering on this one!” and Riddle Rankine was truly amazed at the Advocate's ability to dithyramb as the manic hysteria of his words filled the Chambers and spilled out onto Parliament Square and caused not a few passers by to think an old Testament Prophet, or even John Knox himself had been raised from the dead at this early hour on an otherwise Tuneless Tuesday! “the first Twat! he writ it, we own it, we'll take them for every pfennig they've got: 'Here lies Martin Elginbrod, hae pity on my soul Lord God, as I would yours if I were God, and you were Martin Elginbrod' I'll teach those Fuckers no' tae Meddle wi' GOD!!
Elginbrod suddenly looked at the facsimile headstone in the corner of his Private Office: “look!” he screamed, vehemently atrabilious: “we can nail them!” and Rankine was suddenly off-balance, what on earth was his employer raving about, but he didn't need to ask, as Elginbrod continued, spitting out his words on a shower of saliva: “those fucking twats, or whatever they're called, we must own it somewhere, find it, establish it and we'll screw those fuckers to the face of Salisbury Crags and fling shit at them – they'll capitulate, just to get us to stop with the keech – there'll be no toenadering on this one!” and Riddle Rankine was truly amazed at the Advocate's ability to dithyramb as the manic hysteria of his words filled the Chambers and spilled out onto Parliament Square and caused not a few passers by to think an old Testament Prophet, or even John Knox himself had been raised from the dead at this early hour on an otherwise Tuneless Tuesday! “the first Twat! he writ it, we own it, we'll take them for every pfennig they've got: 'Here lies Martin Elginbrod, hae pity on my soul Lord God, as I would yours if I were God, and you were Martin Elginbrod' I'll teach those Fuckers no' tae Meddle wi' GOD!!
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