Граф Орлов
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I myself seem to be turning into Ambrose — I can no longer keep meter and rhythm in everyday speech. Thus do I speak to my fellow slaves (if one may call subordinates that), seized by wrath, when I have to witness yet another blunder on their part:
— Ugh, you clumsy bastard! I'll thrash you three times as hard if I ever see you do this or that again...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers