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"Dammit Raufoss, I went along with the name, Shuck, I even 'llowed you to offer the discount, but MUST you call every UNCF Officer who stumbles out our threshhold a...an overindulgent milk-drinker?!"
"And You! At least put on some Goddess-be-damned pants when you're mindin' the counter!"
"Haud y' wheesht, woman, s'just ae kilt."
"It's just nothing! I've already had to pay off the coppers twice this month for your indecent--"
"I alreada tol' y' I couldna help it. Ae was airin' m' kilt fer wash day--we'd had no one come in all this las' month, why'd she hafta come in then? Way Ah see it, ah'm the one oughta be affronted. Poor thing walked in the door an wanted onna the wee pop-its on the lower shelves, an when I bent o'er to fetch 'em forth well..."
"She got an eyeful of your wee pop-it. Well, you'd best thank your lucky stars it wasn't Miss Brandyshire from down the way, else yould have caught her cane across your backside."
"Pah! Bradyshire? D'like ta see 'er try! yer bum's oot t' windae if'n y' think I'd be gotten by t' likes a her. Alla her eggs 'er double yaoked from the way sh' totters on 'bout this and that. Temperance league! Pfha!"
"At least tell me, you're wearing the underwear this time."
"Aye, but they itch m' poor baws lahke nothin' else. Tell me, lass, why'd ya hafta get em made outta wool?"
"Bit of a shortage on anything else at the moment, I'm afraid. Heh. You're lucky they didn't have them in steel wool."
"Likely woulda saved me from this mis'ry. Feels li' a Clackrell's been gnawing at m' arse 'n short hairs the whole day."
"Hmph. Keep complaining why don't you? Just who's the milk-drinker now, eh?"

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"Dammit Raufoss, I went along with the name, Shuck, I even 'llowed you to offer the discount, but MUST you call every UNCF Officer who stumbles out our threshhold a...an overindulgent milk-drinker?!"
"And You! At least put on some Goddess-be-damned pants when you're mindin' the counter!"
"Haud y' wheesht, woman, s'just ae kilt."
"It's just nothing! I've already had to pay off the coppers twice this month for your indecent--"
"I alreada tol' y' I couldna help it. Ae was airin' m' kilt fer wash day--we'd had no one come in all this las' month, why'd she hafta come in then? Way Ah see it, ah'm the one oughta be affronted. Poor thing walked in the door an wanted onna the wee pop-its on the lower shelves, an when I bent o'er to fetch 'em forth well..."
"She got an eyeful of your wee pop-it. Well, you'd best thank your lucky stars it wasn't Miss Brandyshire from down the way, else yould have caught her cane across your backside."
"Pah! Bradyshire? D'like ta see 'er try! yer bum's oot t' windae if'n y' think I'd be gotten by t' likes a her. Alla her eggs 'er double yaoked from the way sh' totters on 'bout this and that. Temperance league! Pfha!"
"At least tell me, you're wearing the underwear this time."
"Aye, but they itch m' poor baws lahke nothin' else. Tell me, lass, why'd ya hafta get em made outta wool?"
"Bit of a shortage on anything else at the moment, I'm afraid. Heh. You're lucky they didn't have them in steel wool."
"Likely woulda saved me from this mis'ry. Feels li' a Clackrell's been gnawing at m' arse 'n short hairs the whole day."
"Hmph. Keep complaining why don't you? Just who's the milk-drinker now, eh?"