Waltress: There's an incontrollable amount of fruits and salad amid thy french fries, Sir.
Sir: Yes, thank you, the unfortunate fact hasn't been unnoticed. Prepare for the immediate removal of fruits and salad from amid my french fries, or of yourself from the immediate area of the view of my eyesight.
Waltress: The latter it is, Sir.
Suddenly, without even the courtesy of a warning, Waltress hits the earth due to getting stabbed in the heart by Sir.
Sir: Oh, dear! Take her to my garden of choice and cater her with medication, for I love her like a son.
Sir Vant: Yes, Sir. Will thy emergency bathrobe be needed?
Sir: No.
Selite:
Heräsin tää päässäni.
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