"Hey," says Ben.
"Shut the 'ell up, you daf' quack!" says Cockney-Speaking Stress Ball.
"Geez, what's your problem?"
"I just foun' out I got lung cancer. Too many ciggies, I'm afraid."
"I'm sorry."
"AY! I don't need yow bleedin' pity! I'll wallop you in the gulliver, I will!"
"Hey calm down, there. Maybe you need to release some stress."
"Oh, tryin' to be bloody ironical. So bleedin' clever, you are. I oughtta tear off a rabbit's ears, tie 'em in a bow, and ram 'em up yer arse. That'll show you clever, you bleedin' canary!"
"I don't get it."
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