Now see here, ye bloody paper sculled palliard, ye great sauce box, who don't be knowing one end of a pair of wings from 'tother, off with ye! Dutchie and I be 'aving a polite and socialable conversation 'ere, not fer the likes of ye parish soldiers. Still, if ye be wantin to join us in a calibogus, I casn't see the 'arm in that.