Patrick... he'dshhh show them! Tha' Brotherhood o'ffaa... a... wotsit, fingy by another name. Smellsh as good you know. Rose. Thatsh it. Brotherhood of tha' rosh. Said ole' Patrick wasn't famoush enuff ta join their Brotherhood. So I said... I said, I said, I said! "I justsh wants a sip o'your Serpentwyne. No wait, that other stuffsh. To put on tha' honest habits of yer order, yer Honour. I love you guysh! I really do, I loves ya thiiiiiiis muchsh." Dey said, come back when yoush sober. When ya proved yerselfsh. "Ya wouldn't dare say that if I wush sober!" I shouted back to them. But I lovesh them, really I does really. Gonna provesh myself! Gotta plan. A roosh. Ruse. Ha, smells like roos to me, kangaroos. Underoos. Skara booze. No wait, not that. Some on that island says theysh goin' straight now. Gonna win elections and when they do, no more drinkshypoos on Skara, boo. Somewhere elshe then. We'll see... I'll fink of somewhere, it's all gonna be coming up rorsches, it's all comin' up Patrickssh day, any day now!
Meet Patrick at the Councillors Hall in Britain at 6pm GMT. Bring Drink. And Feck. And your own Arse. (Edited)
Meet Patrick at the Councillors Hall in Britain at 6pm GMT. Bring Drink. And Feck. And your own Arse. (Edited)
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