Boy! It just isn't right that someone as large and as advanced at school as you can be so gullible. If you don't get your no-common-sense, naive, foolish arse out of that seat this minute, I'll really make you wish you'd never been born.
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The first is y'all can walk off together, holting hands, singing and skipping, for all I care. But that ain't happening till somebody's give back the one thousand five hunnert A-mur-ican dollars this boy's ma and pa stole from his master.
The second way is someone's gonna have to carry him and you both off, and they best brang a pail and a mop from cleaning brains off the floor iffen you don't yield, boy.
Don't do anything you'll regret.
Shet your mouth, you uppity little Sambo. You telling a white man what to do? What kind of place is this?