... into the Privy Hole at mine handiwork, I was reminded that I had ere consumed copious amounts of maize. And the fire of ye burning hot spyces in ye Chilly t'wasn't snuffed by its trip through mine Bowells, oh no twas not. Nothing that a few hours sitting bare-arsed in yon icy river could not heal, though. Mine own mannerly discretion alloweth no more talk of this deeply pryvate subjecte.

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