"Zabuty!" I yell over to Spirka, telling him he's a son of a whore, that his mother is a you-know-what, or whatever (I leave this part up to you, as you're the official orator here).
alkandorak ez zitzaizkien barrabiletaraino ere ailegatzen. -Zabuti-diotsot Spirkari-, putasemea halakoa, eta hau eta bestea.