The Best of the Rest (at my stern behest)

[shipshapeshipco]

In my recent wanderings and listen-ins I've stumbled across persons of every form and function. It's quite educational, you must agree, to see how the other four-fifths scrapes by. Why, I remember one time in Hampshire when I spent nearly four hours watching an old washer woman slapping an old fleece over a portion of unkempt partisan. "How's the

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[farfairersoul]

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[Sad thing is, Razer understood all of that. If only all men had such an impressive vocabulary.]

I am afraid I am not particularly interested, but thank you for the offer.

[This is not a voice of gratitude. This is a voice of "You were clearly dropped on your head as a baby to think this is intelligent."]

[shipshapeshipco]

But, judging by the incredible snoot coursing through your voice, I can tell that you are spectacularly high-class. If I could promise you a fine leather chair and a snifter of cognac, would you reconsider? No? What if I was to have that builder woman scrap us up a traditional Finnish sauna? You seem the type who would be more willing to partake had he the chance to find himself dripping with sweat along with a half-dozen other dandies, laughing and swatting you playfully with a switch- it sounds like good fun to me!

[farfairersoul]

[...There is no way Samuel knows how right he is with that last part. Oh my god.]

As enjoyable as that sounds, and it truly does, I have yet to be capable of bringing myself to appreciate the aesthetic positives of most of you roundears.

I can assure you that I most certainly am rather...refined, but I happen to take a great deal of pride in the fact that my refinement comes from work rather than wealth. The wealth was rather assistive, but I do enjoy thinking back on how far I've come.

What you are proposing is entirely different than what I normally do to remind myself of my class.

[Humility. Razer no has it.]

[shipshapeshipco]

Isn't it always a boon to find a new position in which to pat oneself on the back? The social club is a long-held tradition for men born with a silver-spoon and for those who bought it second hand alike! I have a silver spoon up for barter, by the by. Perfectly functional, but not quite large enough to cart the sugared oat rings I've grown so accustomed to.

[Samuel loves his Froot Loops!]

[morequartersplz]

What, like the Justice League?

[shipshapeshipco]

I suppose you intended to say "The League of Chief Justices." If I'm correct, then the answer is a resounding yes. Those boys always threw a good jug-drainer!

[morequartersplz]

No, like Batman and Superman and Wonder Woman. Green Arrow was all right to.

[shipshapeshipco]

my my my, to accept three prominent Jews into the society is quite progressive! Hershel Superman has some very lucrative shares in Sandleturner's Sorbets and Tonics, which has been rising since the Fizz-and-Froth explosion last season. Is he on the Elegante?