*Takes Mr. Lambert's Coat and top hat, hangs them up, and brings in the coffee tray, afterwards donning his pince-nez and cracking open a box of cheezits sophisticatedly.*
*Places a pipe in his mouth but does not smoke it because he knows that is bad for him. Nods once, sophisticatedly, and eats them one by one, chewing each one thoroughly and breaking between crackers.*
Oh, smashing cheezits, I agree, wot! By Jove, Spiffingsworth, I do believe these may jolly well be the most cracking crackers I've ever put past me lips! Pass the crumpets, would you ol' chap.
MARYANN! BE A DEAR AND BRING ME DOWN MY RABBIT'S FUR SLIPPERS! IT'S DREADFULLY TATERS DOWN HERE, YOU KNOW! THANKEE, MARM!
Disclaimer: Any sarcasm in my posts will not be mentioned as that would ruin the purpose. It is assumed that the reader is intelligent enough to tell the difference between what is sarcasm and what is not.
Disclaimer: Any sarcasm in my posts will not be mentioned as that would ruin the purpose. It is assumed that the reader is intelligent enough to tell the difference between what is sarcasm and what is not.