Is a glubbernuggin' scam, I tells ya. Three buggers gets it this year, and ain't one of them evers singlehandedly destroyed an economy. How can ya understands sumthin' when ya ain't ripped it apart and studied it's entrails? Ask them buggers at the Royal Quillboar Stock Exchange, they'll tell ya - I left no stone (or desk, or junior stock broker) unturned when I rambled through there few years ago.
Mebbe next year I try not sleepin' with the judge's wives, see if that makes any difference.
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Maybe you could get Maurice to sleep with the juge's wives.
Maybe you can try for the Nobel price of peace next time?
Nobel prize of pieces?
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