Toadfish Monastery

Certainly the rope thing has its technique... 

Rope,

Lovely stuff, except when you try to smoke it like a cigar!

That depends on whot it's made from. Tee hee, snort, oh I am sew naughty!

yrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
i comane ya ta fetch me sum sconz Jeevers !
pwez
fank ye
yer welkum
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Ai sai, Jeeves old man, clip it round the ear would you? Ai am outwith arm's reach.

Thank you.

Ew dyuh, whatever is Jeeves doing with those scissors and that scone?

My lady, no-one likes hairy scones. Let the chappie work, there's a sportin' gel.

Whilst one cannot help but to be awed by the magnificence of nature -- whether on land or beneath the briny waves -- and one naturally wishes to collect as many specimens as one may, one yet harbors grave doubts about the wisdom of permitting sea urchins to run amok on the grounds.

Indeed Lady Pieces, there is absolutely no place for sea urchins on my vast estate.

I've just acquired another vast estate, which I shall be naming in my own honour DaveLshire. And I'm not the least bit vain or proud in coming to that decision!

By joves, I do love a huge tract of land!!

i not wun amuk !
dis b sandee beech !

Now, now- no need to get all prickly about it. (Eau- I do amuse myself so- *snort*).

Oh, Sir Dave, none of us would ever accuse you of the slightest conceit in naming your latest huge tract of land (*leaning forward just a bit too much*) after yourself. After all, you've earned it, what with signing all those tedious papers and all.

By the way- we'll be in that area for a fortnight or two, and won't it be jolly fun to take over visit the east wing with you. I take it the wine cellar is well stocked? (*leaning over again*)

** Repeats the word 'spathic', and shudders gently **

*Snorts with laughter*
*Adjusts his monocle*

Well there is nothing better than a "huge tract of land." There is also nothing better than getting a large property!

*Snorts with laughter again*

*titters appropriately, but a tad too loudly and obnoxiously (as per usual)*

Shall I go fetch my spathe suit?

*(shrieks with laughter, making a sudden sound like a peacock so loud it  audibly cracks the ice in Lord Mero's gin and tonic)
  snort, snort, snort, eau...*

Ai sai, folks, the croquet mallet chappie has just been. Anyone for a game?