I could take very real offense to that, you know! The repairing of various sight assisting objects goes back ages in my family, Oatsy, absolute ages! It is a solemn tradition, handed on from father to son, and son to his son, and so on and so forth! I am well acquainted with the various intimacies of glasses, and will have yours repaired for you faster than you can say-- [a beat of thought; sounding this out] --faster than you can say a six-syllable word!
Here now, are you insinuating that I might be a liar, as well as a less than skilled repairman? That's not on, mate--you don't want to insult the man who could very well be the savior of your glasses.
Heads have been severed over less, y'know--but lucky for you I'm practically a saint, and willing to overlook such faux pas. I will lend my most expert skills to the cause of your repair--for a fee, of course.
I am always reasonable. Reason is in fact my middle name. You have my word, Oats my mate, that I will keep my price fair and ordered. D'you want 'em fixed now, or d'you want to fumble about in uncertainty for a bit longer?
Oh, he's a secretive clumsy doctor, is he? My, my, my. Is your clandestine location nearby any decent bakeries or anything? I'm feeling a might peckish, and it's always easier to repair glasses after I've had something to eat.
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Er...can you, really?
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