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This is top fly time machine, I am Andy Hotbody Dawson. Pa-pa-pa-pa. I am so misty,

they're like me so what? It's the Siralf Ramsey Odyssey. It continues on, maybe this will be the end

of it, I don't know. I like to think it will be but we'll see. We'd reach the point, but just

the introduction of the the the biography of Siralf would reach the point where he would occasionally

betray his origins by slipping into the vernacular of his childhood as on the embarrassing occasion

in a restaurant car. It's this embarrassing occasion in the book, I'm not sure, embarrassing. It is

in a restaurant car traveling to Ipswich when in the presence of the club's directors he told

a waitress during dinner. No thank you, I don't want no peas.

He was, as it says, the impoverished daggers are... There's a double negative, which would

have been, you don't virus the waitress, I'd have been like so. I take that to mean you you want

a considerable number of peas. All the peas. Don't get clever with me.

The waitress.

Seven. Who doesn't want peas? Have you ever met someone who doesn't like peas?

No. Have you ever met someone who fucking loves peas?

Everyone. I don't know about that. I think peas are like somewhere in between.

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