“Get your filthy hands off the puzzle, you little brats!”

“Get your filthy hands off me." Jake arched an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the smile that rose in response to her throaty growl. "My hands are clean, sweetheart. Habit of the trade. Aren't you a nasty little ogre in the morning?”

“Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get out of my house-now!" She hisses through gritted teeth.”

“I shoved him off the snowmobile. He landed on his back in the snow. "Love is a brat, you think? No, love id fine. You are the brat, you spoiled, rotten brat!”

“Get out of my way, you cakesniffers!” said a rude, violent, and filthy little girl, shoving the Baudelaire orphans aside as she dashed by.”

“A brick could be used to wash your hands. And after that, I’d suggest you wash out your filthy mouth. Scrub it clean, you scatological talker you.
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