Jij Dikke Slet, Willy. a/n don't translate that

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Neville stood, gawping down the road. Since when had the world been so big? The verdant trees towered imposingly over the pot-bellied figure of da boss Will Schuetser. "Hey, Nev. Want some help on your *side quest*?" He rapped. Neville was outraged. "Noem me verdomme niet zo, jij dikke slet, Willy!" The Schuester grinned and slung his arm around Neville's shoulders. "So glad you agree mate." He rapped. Dragging the poor, orphanned Dutch lad behind him, he strutted into the verdant sunset.

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