Listen here, you sorry excuse for a human, you better hightail it outta here before I pull out my six-shooter and make ya walk the plank! You ain't worth the dust on my shoes, ya puny dweeb. You got no brains in that noodle of yours, don'tcha? All you can do is bumble around, too dim-witted to even read. Big man with no brains, what a joke. It's time to take a break, you useless mutt. Now scram before I put an end to your foolishness! Why don't you crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out from, ya dweeb. You think you're hot stuff because you can't read? Hey, I got news for you, pal: it's the 1920s, and if you can't read, you're about as useful as a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest. Get outta here before I give ya the business end of my knuckle-duster.