Originally Posted by Chris Frost:
“Verily. 'Tis known to cause great vexation to yon wattle and daub establishmented purveyors of magic looking boxes when jackanapes come thither with nought but intent to prattle until the cock doth crow next morn, and then abscond with not a shilling parting from thy purse. Note ye who howls first as if most sorely pricked when such establishments doth cease to trade. "Oh woe, much is my torment" they sayeth "for such good folk as these now reside in the gutter and I am want of such splendid service". Stand not amazed say I, for truly thy did become the architect of thine own downfall whence and always thy did connive to deceive for such paltry and transient gain.”

Sir I humbly bow to the fineness of your oratory.