So no more of yers whining 'bout me rippin' yers off. It's plain 'ow far I'm willin' ta goes ta 'elp yers outta this jam yers gots yerselves inta. Buts I'm makin' fair warnin' ta yers. If'n I gits pushed an' shoved whens I tries to speaks to yers then me prices're going north so fast as yers'll git nosebleeds.
An' ta shows yers what a kindly ole woman I is I'm givin' yers a little 'int. Look fer the words Rowl and Groar at least one once ever' page. They don' always look the same. Even a zo'd git that now.
Now clear off.