016.01 froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-

016.02 indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of

016.03 slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-

016.04 lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered

016.05 women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-

016.06 day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty ang-

016.07 glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.

016.08 Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-

016.09 ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.

[016.10-017.16]: the dialogue of Mutt and Jute begins — memories of the Battle of Clontarf.

016.10 Jute. - Yutah!

016.11 Mutt. - Mukk's pleasurad.

016.12 Jute. - Are you jeff?

016.13 Mutt. - Somehards.

016.14 Jute. - But you are not jeffmute?

016.15 Mutt. - Noho. Only an utterer.

016.16 Jute. - Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?

016.17 Mutt. - I became a stun a stummer.

016.18 Jute. - What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,

016.19 Mutt?

016.20 Mutt. - Aput the buttle, surd.

016.21 Jute. - Whose poddle? Wherein?

016.22 Mutt. - The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.

016.23 Jute. - You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.

016.24 Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were

016.25 you.

016.26 Mutt. - Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru

016.27 Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I

016.28 rimimirim !

016.29 Jute. - One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all

016.30 your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here

016.31 have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good

016.32 for you.

016.33 Mutt. - Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-

016.34 lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy

016.35 faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!

016.36 He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here