Bonsoir!
*takes off his hat and bows*
Good evening, everyone. I am Cyrano Savinien-Hercule de Bergerac - a gentleman, a swordsman, a poet, and generally a whole lot more intelligent than most. But do not be fooled by the fact that I am, indeed, a poet; I am not one to stand idly by as my friends and colleagues are insulted or threatened - but should the insults fall upon myself, well, let us say that someone shall be greatly saddened by the loss of his tongue. Too often I have found myself at the butt of ill-worded or generally asinine jokes, and I shall have none of that!
Ah... but that is neither here nor now, and I should hope, though I am quite fond of duels, that it shall not be an issue in the future. I shall treat you with the respect you deserve and will reciprocate any ill-will you show me and then some. I should hope that my time here would be pleasant, at least.
My typist informs me that I am from a play named after me, titled Cyrano de Bergerac written by M. Edmond Rostand. My typist seems to be an interesting girl; she types for a viscount, evidentally. I told him of how I once duelled and defeated one of his sort, and he grew very pale. He doesn't seem to be too bad, though, but he is a bit naive - in fact, he reminds me a lot of Christian that way....
... anyways, I suppose it would be a stretch to ask if my lovely Roxane has been here yet?
Typist: Don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose. Oh, no, Cyrano, I didn't say anything. . . just saying hi to everyone. Don'ttalkabouthisbignose!
Good evening, everyone. I am Cyrano Savinien-Hercule de Bergerac - a gentleman, a swordsman, a poet, and generally a whole lot more intelligent than most. But do not be fooled by the fact that I am, indeed, a poet; I am not one to stand idly by as my friends and colleagues are insulted or threatened - but should the insults fall upon myself, well, let us say that someone shall be greatly saddened by the loss of his tongue. Too often I have found myself at the butt of ill-worded or generally asinine jokes, and I shall have none of that!
Ah... but that is neither here nor now, and I should hope, though I am quite fond of duels, that it shall not be an issue in the future. I shall treat you with the respect you deserve and will reciprocate any ill-will you show me and then some. I should hope that my time here would be pleasant, at least.
My typist informs me that I am from a play named after me, titled Cyrano de Bergerac written by M. Edmond Rostand. My typist seems to be an interesting girl; she types for a viscount, evidentally. I told him of how I once duelled and defeated one of his sort, and he grew very pale. He doesn't seem to be too bad, though, but he is a bit naive - in fact, he reminds me a lot of Christian that way....
... anyways, I suppose it would be a stretch to ask if my lovely Roxane has been here yet?
Typist: Don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose,don'ttalkabouthisbignose. Oh, no, Cyrano, I didn't say anything. . . just saying hi to everyone. Don'ttalkabouthisbignose!