So spake them Centurions and the like.
However, just one, had a speech impediment, and now it's the motto for angry whoremoanal ladies everywhere.
"Yes, we are vewy tuff!"
"Well, Ceasar, you sound like a right puff with that Jonathan Ross speech impediment!"
"Who's this Jonathan Woss?"
"Um... some future bloke scried by The Oracle at Delphi on her TV Of The Future"
"No. No - I sound stwong. I am the webel MC¹, and I'm stweet tuff!"
"Huhr huhr huhr - you think you're sweet stuff, you great toga-lifter!"
"No. I am pwoud. I am Woman! Hear me roar!"
"Sorry? What?!?!"
"I am Woman! Hear me roar"
"No, no, no. You are ROMAN. Hear us roar. The mighty force of Italia bellowing it's battle cry across the land and soiling the loincloths of our enemies - not girly screeches. Oooh, I'm a woman, hear me roar. Eek."
"What do you think Bo-Der-See-a?"
"I likes it. And it's pronounced Boo Dick Her."
"Huhr huhr huhr - I'll 'dick her' fnarr fnarr!"
An thus angry birds got a catchphrase.
Just say what you see, Woy Wanker and Mr Shits.
¹ THAT'S REBEL 1100, IN THEM ROMAN NUMERAL TIMES. PROBABLY.
