I'll talk.

I ain't fit 'cause I ain't fit, that's all.
I'm a thief, and I'm a skallerwag, and I served a term in Joliet prison.
I ain't never had nuthin' but kicks and cuffs and dodgin' perlice afore I got inter this outfit.

First off, I thought it was soft here--that ye folks was easy, but somehow it warn't.

There was somethin' else in the kind o' treatment yer give me that I couldn't git through my haid." The hair of Spike's head was now a bristling flame of red.
"You're excited.

Hook your canthook on the other side and stop the log from rolling before it mashes you flat," advised Hippy.
"I got ter talk now, and then I'll quit and git out fer good.