AE: (with Scottish Accent)

Oh! He's a wee kry beh-beh. Krryin oer his witsy bitsy faht futseh. Go eh hed beh-beh. Krry!

 

SELF:

Oh shut up. My foot hurts when I get up in the mornings. It really, really hurts. At least the swelling is gone down a little more. A little more than yesterday anyways.

 

AE:

Oh! Sew yerr futseh's swellin' as geun dewn? My Gawd lad! Leuk at et!! Et leuks lek a freakin' rrradish-red rhinu frrum the Surrin-Ghetteh. Ya krry beh-beh. I keud tek the pehn an eet et lek eetin' eh peurter stek Gnyum-gnyum. Wetch meh eet et, laddy. Gyum-gnyum.  **smacks his fat lips for emphasis**

 

SELF:

You are starting to get on my nerves my fat friend. Back off. And I mean back off NOW!

 

AE: (mocking)

Oh - sew 'yew better bahk off, neow. Aye mean et'. Goo ahed laddy buck. Ya freakin' krry beh-beh. Give et yerr best sheut.  Krry, krry, krry. Kry beh-beh.

 

SELF: *** dave socks self in stomach**

 

AE:

Whoa! Thaht reeleh hurt laddy buck.. that REELEH HURT!

 

SELF:

Oh? Whats this? You stinking cry baby. You got a tummy ache? Hmm? Run home and tell mommy about it. Cry baby. You are sooo pethetic. Boo-hoo-hoo. Muahahahaa! - oooh - that did smart didnt it. ***holds stomach**