In a somewhat abbreviated and adapted style, I have this to say in regard to recent developments in Europe:
You are English types.
You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs!
Go and boil your bottoms!
Ah blow my nose at you.
Ah don’ wanna talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food-trough wipers!
Ah fart in your general direction!
Your mothers were hamsters, and your fathers smelt of elderberries!
Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time!