[ToryHeartland]

What now, sirrah? No genuine tartan-wearer would be found anywhere other than perched precariously on a rocky outcropping.

Y're wroung thair, laddie. My grandad, from the pure Highlands of Scotland, would nae maer purch hisself on such wee rockies than he would forgo a dram!

[Senator Bedfellow]

Wot!?!! I'll have you know, lad, thot I grew up on a rocky outcropping, as did mae father afore me, and his father afore him, and I'll be arsed if I'll sit here and listen to a pantywaist tell me they were nae true Scots! (slugs ToryHeartland with a pool cue)

[PatrickHenry]

My grandad, from the pure Highlands of Scotland, would nae maer purch hisself on such wee rockies than he would forgo a dram!

Fortunately, he had the good sense to abandon the blasted heath which was his ancestral portion -- where the cruel north winds were constantly ruffling his kilt and chilling his arse, not to mention his haggis -- and to marry a comely lass from the Midlands. Sensible fellow. But then, no true Scotsman would have left such a paradise.