You were as hopeless as any boys I have ever trained. Sir Alster born on mast when they had a single in the yard.

Your hands were made for manure shovels, not for swans.

And if it were up to me, the lot of you would be hurting swine.

And last night I was told that Gin is marching five new boys up the

King's Road. One or two may even be worth the price of piss. To make room for them I've

decided to pass eight of you on to the Lord Commander to do as he will.

He called out the names one by one.

Toad, stonehead, orix, lover, pimple, monkey, Sir Lou.

Last, he looked at John, on the bastard.

Game of owns sometimes reads the words from the books that we're talking about in the show.

Welcome everyone.

And by sometimes, I mean this is the first time.

Yeah, just this one time.

Just as once.

We are cascading gently into the overflow that came from the cup that runneth over that just so happened to be Hode are weak.

That was excellent. It was off the top of my head beside me just in case you guys were looking for a drink update. I have a leader of

Sprite poured into a wine decanter with parts of apple juice, parts of orange juice,

simply orange and parts of lime juice.

What about you, Eric?

That sounds lovely.

Beneath the area that is the recording stand of my mind.

I have, see I'm not as good at this improvising as you.

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