Crikey! G'day, ol' cobber. Oy, it's me, Australian Jesus. Don't be a bogan, come on down to me Queensland compound ney Woop Woop, and bring the lil' ankle-biters. We'll feed 'em to the dingos with a brekky barbie, and I'll toss ye a stubby holder so we can have a slab o' cold ones while we listen to some Accadacca. That's fair dinkum, eh? Don't be a drongo, ye dag, just wear dem budgie smugglers and watch out for the booze bus... but don't be crackin onto me Sheila, like some root rat. I jus' being a larrikin, ye little ripper! Someone has a few roos loose in the paddock, eh? Dayum, I be true blue and Iove me some Straya. How would ye fancy some Two Up, eh? Good onya mate!