Jeeves, we’re out of Monocle oil and Coelacanth caviar, go into town and retrieve more of each, post haste! But sir, there’s a good three inches of fresh frozen precipitate on the drive, and the show poodles’ scroti have been drawn right up! Blast it man, I need my impossibly expensive hors’ dourves and my cheek can’t stand any more of this damnable squinting, take the Rolls!
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