I'll go last as I have to add the butter last.

A gome gais to ane garet.

He droned on with platitudes and ineptitudes while Malone whispered to Enid that if Alasha was a fair specimen of the population it was just as well that his native land was safely engulfed in the Atlantic Ocean.

Yet when it comes to this niggerfaggot who turned over a dozen niglets into Chattahoochee gator bait, he's the victim of a Klan conspiracy.