Vaughn:

LET IT BE TO THE DEATH THEN, THIS CONFLICT!

I DEFY, DENY THY SENTENCE AND PRONOUNCE IT EXECRABLE. MY CHARGE: THAT THY SENTENCES ARE THEMSELVES AS FOUL REPRESENTATIONS OF A MOST REPREHENSIBLE LANGUAGE KNOWN IN THE HEATHEN TONGUE AS SINGLISH. BEING SUCH, THEY ARE THEMSELVES SACRILEGIOUS, SULLYING THE HOLY TIN TABERNACLE OF THE MOTHER LANGUAGE.

IN MY CAPACITY AS GRAND HIGH PRIEST OF THE CULT OF VON AND SUPREME GUARDIAN OF THE SANCTITY AND PURITY OF THE MOTHER LANGUAGE, I CONSIGN THEE UNTO THE PITS OF DEEPEST HELL, YEA AND VERILY TO BE CHASED HENCE BY THE NINE SIGHTLESS OFFSPRING OF MOLLY MALONE, IRISH PEASANT WOMAN AND EXECUTOR OF CURSES.

MAY VON, THE SUPREME BEING AND PERFECTION EMBODIED, HAVE MERCY ON YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE GREEN SOUL.

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