A Frightful Display of Anarchy in London

Barman: What will that be chump? Gary: I may be in this bar but I will not participate being your perceived chump. I am a unique man and will not conform to a typical stereotype… Just some root beer please. Barman: How dare you come in here, in this organized establishment with that radical attitude. You wash your mouth out with sulphur you beast! Gary: I’m handing you my shillings! Barman: I won’t have it. Do you take me for a shallow-minded brute? You un-holy man of Satan! Gary: Fine! Fine! Fine! Fine! I’ll take me root beer and be off. I’ll take my shillings with my physical self also. Lets go! Grab my bag and I’m off to inform your superiors of this ignorant threat of nature they have concealed within these walls. Barman: Saunter! [Gary leaves the bar and approaches a taxi driver] Gary: I’ll kill you, you swine! (Suave tone) Taxi driver: Leave me alone, I refuse to take your shillings due to that frightful display of aggression and wrath. Gary: You’ll take my shillings even if I have to insert them into your mind. Taxi driver: No I won’t! I WON’T! I WON’T! Leave me! LEAVE ME! Gary: I’m off to a skrimp. Taxi driver: verysredskadwujajhddduhhhhhh Gary: Font! Taxi driver: Frep! Greg: FREP!