Group Banter Race to a million

I have nothing to add to this. I'm just gonna watch and admire
Cor blimey, his missus 'ad a right soft spot for 'im, that’s a fact. 'E grew the best turnips the Soviets ever saw. Went out doin' what he loved, carving turnips into sharp bits and hurlin' 'em at little beetles. But 'e got his big toe mixed up for a stag and soon enough, the gangrene kicked in, innit!
 
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