General

Once upon a time, in the olden lands, the far, far Tay (the ones over the hill in Fayaway)... I should keep playing with this, put a pin in it, we all love a good fay-re-tale.

Poop, poop, all are bored, time for the fun train. Destination, societal desalination.

General

Hey Tay! Tay, Tay Sir?

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Ha ha, yeah, we on Electric Avenue... nah, we Fay King.

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Yeah. All Joe King.

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We've been ray ting one another, not lie king one another, all the usual shin digs.

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Yes, we see you are higher ring. We'll be coming for the money, you can count on it.

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Yeah, lit! Later alligator!

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General

"Tay con me, tay con me, I'll bee gone..." Aha. Got it.

General

Eye real eyes you can tay-kit, but hear, have a fay-kit, you can go at this both barrels. This is your shot, drink it neat, no ice. You can make it, you got this, love Kitty Clause.

General

"As far as we can tell this far since the event, for the signage of the Magna Carta they brought in a powerful 'evil wordsmith,' or 'bad wizard' as they called them then, to take control of the king and enable them to take control of the people. Everyone involved is dead. Nobody to hang for this treason. However, the result was the word 'rent' took on an entirely new definition. 'The rents of the land,' in the days of John Locke, or 'rent' was the produce of the land, and they changed the definition to convey a concept that what they produced was owed to another even before they produced it! Ha! Scoundrels! They were scoundrel days! Anyway, the bell is about to ring and I'm starving, so, unless there are any more questions from the class?"