Spicy. "Won't yer though?"
Tater. "No I won't, frizzle wig!"
Spicy. "Won't yer, puggy nose? Come, I say, leave go!"
(Here a scuffle ensues.)
Tater. "Don't yer wish yer may get it?"
Spicy. "You'm a strong feller, arn't you?"
Tater. "D 'ye think I'm afeard o' you?"
Spicy. "D 'ye think I'm afeard o' you then?"
Tater. "Ah! jist you hit me!"
Spicy. "You hit me first; that's all!"