Though France neighbours Germany, its culture is significantly different.

We were moochin' some pruck in a Pollock Dock shed, when he crashed to the ground and in minutes was dead.

I got picked for the cheerleading squad, and YOU didn't. In your face!

He was full of inkhorn words going so far as to call grog shops zythepsaries, which seemed several syllables too long to be uttered by any I had ever met within such places […]