There are always ways around censorship, after all...

Fred looks at you with an odd expression. Very deliberately, he says, "I believe I was saying how much of a ... Richard, you were being."

You blink. "What?" you reply.

"Yes, you are quite the ... donkey, shall we say?" he continues. "In fact, I suspect you are something of the hole in it, in fact."

"Hey..." you begin.

"Yuck!" Fred interrupts, his eyes taking on an manic gleam. "Yuck fou!"

"Hey! Watch your lang..." You tail off, the realization hitting you.

"Ah, he sees it," Fred says, with a truly vicious grin. "Took awhile, but that's not surprising, what with his head so far up his..."

"Oh, you're the one to talk," you interrupt, grinning to match him. "I'm amazed you can't smell that ... stuff you're shoveling, with that nose of yours."

"Ooh, pithy!" he says. "That'thh pith to be thure, thure 'nuff! Or shall I drop the lisp?"

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