Booyakasha! 'Eear me now. Is you know that four score, that be Old English, meaning thousand, so four thousand and seven years ago, my old geezer and your nan conceived a nation in liber'y, not surprising back then what wiv the free sex and all, and dedica'ed it, straight away, to the idea that all men should be equally well-endowed.

Now, me crew told me that we are, right now, engaged in a wicked civil war, wiv bruvas going all aggro against other bruvas and all, instead of just against the, erm, constalubury.

'Ere is a wicked battlefield of that war. We have come 'ere in da house to dedicate a portion of it as a final chilling place for those who gave their lives for this nation for real. That is fittin and propa.

But check dis, I is not banging on about consecrating dis ground, cuz we can't, innit? We's not wanna be dissing these bruvas who be no longer in da house, aye?

The geezers who be watching dis in front of the telly won't remember much of it, for real, mainly cuz they's been puffing the 'erbal remedy too much, aaight? Therefore we should dig dis shit for real, and be dedica'ed to the wicked unfinished work these stiff bruvas have so Game Boy Advanced.

It is rather for us to be ambient, and dig the great task remaining before us -checking for eva' that these stiff bruvas - big up to them - ain't stiff for
piss-all, and that this nation undah Jackie Chan shall ave a new birf of freedom, and dat government of da bruvas, by da bruvas, fa da bruvas shall not perish from da earf. Big up yourself.

--Paul Hunt