Bobby, when you gotta go, you gotta go. No matter how you nip and squirm, the country is telling you that it's time for you to p....... to go! If you don't go now, there's going to be the most awful mess for others to clean up.
Shake a leg, Old chap. Go and find yourself a nice bushveld hideaway somewhere in the north where the ice is melting, where you can write your memoirs in peace. Our peace.
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