Outta

I'm outta here.

All right, I'm outta here.

Get outta here!

That's it. I'm outta here.

Outta my way!

"Popov is a traitor?" "Yes. We've got to beat the shit outta him!" "How?" "Hell knows."

I'm getting the hell outta here.

You were showing off, and I beat the shit outta you!

The next morning, Link woke up at seven o'clock, refreshed and brimming with anticipation. "Gee!" he stretched luxuriously and pressed the button on top of the Kingface alarm clock. "Oh boy, the day has finally come! I can't wait!" he mused on his way to the dining hall. "Morning, Link," the King gave him his typical greeting. "Munf-Munf? We ran outta Linky-O's. Gwonam has eaten them all." "Problem, guys?" said Gwonam with a smirk, but neither paid any attention to it. "Wow, thanks!" Link dug in enthusiastically, disregarding the strong taste that nearly made his eyes bulge. It was his own fault he let Gwonam beat him to it, after all.

Get outta here, dumb-ass.