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"You are a fucking arse wart," it was Roger, on the phone, sounding angry.
"But I-"
"You're a cuntmonkey, you're a reeking pissfountain, you're a twatshower, you're an arsepipe navigator, you're a crispy poo stain, you're a crusty bumflap scourer, you're a fanny repellent, you're a vomit hole, you're a rusty bumcock, you're a fifty-megaton fart, you're a shit sandwich, you're a twatty halfwit, you're a pile of nob scrapings, you're a dog abuser, you're an arsewanking nobcake, you're a scrofulous ape-fister, you're the most ludicrous fanny fart on the face of the Earth, you're an arsecrack blister, you're a rancid minge-avoider, you're a bumjuice gannet, you're a fart balloon, you're a puppy squeezing nonce-apologist, you're a colonic-irrigation fantasist, you're a spunk gibbon, you're Iain Duncan Smith, you're a bumsquirt hazard, you're a festering cock injury, you're an exploding nipple infection, you're a deluge of arsepiss, you're a skull-fucking donkey-pleaser, you're derelict wank factory, you're a geriatric ward shagathon, you're a self-abusing no-go area for humanity, you're a bumhole sucker, you're an unfeasably large testicle, you're a fuckwitted babboon molester, you're a screaming purple fart gland, you're a conceptual piss-artist..."
I tried to interrupt but I couldn't stop him. Honestly, he wasn't being helpful.