tag: tea2
Zak: hello sir
Zak: how is sir this evening, sir?
Ryan: i'm fine, willikins
Ryan: have you my paper and tea?
Zak: of course sir, the Herald and Chamomile as always
Ryan: and the christmas ham, man?
Zak: but sir, it is not chris-OH GOD SIR PLEASE DONT BEAT ME SIR IM SORRY ILL GET THE HAM RIGHT AWAY
Ryan: mop my shoes whilst you do so
Ryan: and be snappy about it
Zak: ah hem, your Christmas Ham, sir. with the pineapple slices on the side
Ryan: fool!
Ryan: i am allergic to ham!
Zak: Sir stop struggling I cannot mop your shoes!
Zak: What will sir have me bring him, then?
Ryan: the hair of a wildebeast
Ryan: it must be freshly snipped
Ryan: none of that ebay nonsense
Zak: Never crossed my mind, sir.
Zak: I shall get the gilded shears.
Zak: Your wildebeast hair, sir.
Ryan: imbecile!
Ryan: do you think i do not recognize the hair of a common house rat?
Zak: Sir?
Ryan: AND MORE EVER
Ryan: WHY DO WE HAVE COMMON HOUSE RATS?
Ryan: do you wish to be beheaded?
Zak: If it is the masters wish, I have no regrets.
Zak: I gave my all to sir, sir.
Ryan: fool of a servant
Ryan: go and flog yourself in powers of 2
Zak: What shall be the upper bound, sir?
Ryan: stop when you believe your torment to be measurable with a butter knife
Zak: Very good, sir.
Zak: I'll leave you to your paper and tea.
:: Sara spills tea on herself ::
Zach: You know what sucks? When you spill tea on your pants... it's the worst.
Ben: Yeah man, well, at least it was empty.
Zach: Hey Sara, can you pass the tea? I can't reach it.
Ben: But there's nothing left in it...
Zach: Right, right.
Sara: DIE! BOTH OF YOU!
