That’s not a knife. This is a knife.
I’m gonna shine my light through the back door of your mind.
I don’t need a rifle. My hands are lethal weapons.
I’ve wrestled crocodiles with more finesse than that.
No kangaroo’s gonna kick my ass.
In the bush, you never know what’s gonna bite you.
I’m a fish out of water, but that won’t stop me from swimming.
I’m not just a crocodile hunter, I’m a crocodile whisperer.
You can take the boy out of the Outback, but you can’t take the Outback out of the boy.
I’ve got steel in my veins and adventure in my heart.
Life in the city is just a walk in the park…the Outback.
I don’t need a compass. I’ve got the stars to guide me.
There’s no better companion than a trusty boomerang.
I’m the king of the Outback, ruling with a sharp wit and a croc-skin hat.
My knife is sharp, but my humor is sharper.
Don’t throw me off balance, mate. I’ve got the spirit of a wild stallion.
Sometimes you have to go swimming with the sharks to survive.
Out here, the only thing that’s truly dangerous is fear itself.
I don’t fear the darkness. I am the darkness.
There’s beauty and danger lurking in every corner of the Outback.
The Outback is my playground, and I’m the mischief-maker.
You won’t find any sheepish behavior in the Outback.
I’ve danced with death and lived to tell the tale.
The Outback is like a wild animal – relentless but beautiful.
You’ll never see the world until you’ve experienced the Outback.
You can’t tame a crocodile, but you can sure as hell try.
You won’t find any softies in the Outback, mate.
There’s no time for second-guessing when you’re facing a hungry croc.
I don’t need a map. My instincts are sharper than any GPS.
I’ve been bitten by snakes, stung by scorpions, but I still keep coming back for more.
The Outback is my kingdom, and I’m the king of survival.
I’m the Outback’s guardian, protecting its secrets and its creatures.
If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the Outback.
I’ve got the Outback spirit running through my veins.
The Outback is where legends are born and heroes are made.
I may be a mate from down under, but I can still kick ass.
I don’t need a fancy suit. My khaki shirt is my armor.
In the Outback, danger lurks in every shadow, but so does adventure.
I’ve stared death in the face, and I’m still standing.
I’m a wild stallion in a world of tame ponies.
Out here, survival is more than just a game – it’s a way of life.
When life gives you crocs, make crocodile-skin shoes.
I’ve seen the world through the eyes of a croc, and it’s a wild ride.
I’m a modern-day warrior in a world of office dwellers.
In the Outback, the only thing more dangerous than a croc is underestimating me.
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