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it's "to be emancipated working class proletarian" to you office boy, now show some respect before i come down to koalaland and show them 'borijinees how to take back their stolen lands from the palefaces and what blades are best to do it with. we brits don't have beaches OR sunlight to soothe our raging hearts. a little bit of smashy smashy does us good. what we don't need are crocodile robits making fun of our defeats.
you oughta be ashamed, we created your country as a fucking penal camp, and if there's anymore lip we'll sail back down there and build some decent prison walls like we should have done in the first place.
you can enjoy a few hundred years of being the subject of vicious beatings punctuated only by "tolerance and diversity" campaigns at the hands of your new indigenous screws.
they can teach you about dreamtime over the PA as they pump the sarin gas into your cell.
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