CENTURION: Where have they gone?!
JAILER: We've-- we've got lumps of it 'round the back.
CENTURION: What?
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: Oh, don't worry about him, sir. He's ma-- he's m-- he's ma-- he-- he-- he's m-- m-- m-- he's m-- he's m--
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He's mad, sir.
CENTURION: Have they gone?!
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: Oh, ye-- nnnnn-- Ay, n-- na--
JAILER: Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: Na-- na--
JAILER: Heh. Heh. Heh heh...
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: Na-- na-- na-- na-- n--
CENTURION: Oh, come on!
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: N-- nnnyes, sir.
JAILER: ...Heh. Huh.
JAILER'S ASSISTANT: Anyway, get on with the story.
JAILER: Well, I knew she never really liked him, so I kiss--
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