Hello. Are you ready for the story? This is a story of Sir Boast-a-lot. Sir Boast-a-lot was the bravest and cleverest knight at the round table. But soon the other knights began to grow tired of his stories about how brave he was and how many dragons he'd slain. And soon they began to wonder, "Are Sir Boast-a-lo's stories even true?" Only he could have found the evidence. Oh, no. So, all the knights went to King Arthur and said, "I don't believe Sir Boast-a-lot's stories. He's just a big old liar who makes things up to make himself look good." And then, even the King began to wonder. But that wasn't the end of Sir Boast-a-lot's problem. No. That wasn't the final problem. The end.
— Egypt! Whats it like?
— Brilliant, Loads of old stuff, Like Mummies, Tombs... Even Scrabers enjoyed himself. <...>
— Not flashing that clipping again, Are you Ron?
— I haven't shown anyone!
— No, not a soul! Just Tom. The day maid. The night maid. The cook. That bloke who came to fix the toilet. And that wizard from Belgium!
— I'm worth $3000 in four states. 75 offences and no convictions. My name's Fee... but everyone calls me The Kid.
— Congratulations.
— I can wake up at dawn, rob two banks, a train, a stagecoach, shoot the feathers off a duck's ass at feet and be back in bed before you wake up next to me. How are you?
— Just fine.
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— Horace said you drink this. You sure must want to die young.
— I do now.
Hey, you are not a baller 'cause your closet's full of Jordan's,
You are not a rich man 'cause you're on the Forbes list.
… so we needn't brag of our usefulness after we are dead.