Listen, you shaggy, scraggy, scruffy excuse for a pussy-cat you better watch out - this hairy, smelly, huge, evil Aussie will scare you half to death just by breathing on you. And no, we don't have any red-necks. Wanna know why? 'Cause we all have shoulders as wide as an axe handle and knuckles that touch our kneecaps when we walk.
And we swear something fierce. Wanna fight? Come outside.
Aw-shucks, if I didn't know better I'd swear you was tryin' to butter me up ;o)