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by jingo by crikey by the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, his blood's worth bottlin'!
Ary, is a true-blue ridgey-didge dead-set fair-dinkum cobber & comrade digger by crikey!.
I'd share a trench with him, me last smoke & even go halves in me last beer with the bloke.
Ary, being me mate, me being his mate, therefore by unwritten Australian law it goes without saying; any mate of mine is a mate of Ary & any mate of Ary is a mate of mine.
Unwritten unbreakable non-negotiable Australian rule of mateship, my mates are your mates, your mates are my mates & my enemy is your enemy & vice versa.
Simple, really, automatic in it's employment as we are strict in it's adherence to.
It is the Australian way, mate, no worries.
God Bless, peace & all the best mate, from Kangaroo,
erra Australis Incognito.