CUSTOMER: "I was sitting in the public library on Thurmond Street just now, skimming through 'Rouge Harrys' by Hugh Walpold, when I suddenly came over all peckish."
OWNER: "Peckish, sir?"
CUSTOMER: "Esuriant."
OWNER: "Eh?"
CUSTOMER: "'Ee, ah wor 'ungry-loike!"
OWNER: "Ah, hungry!"
CUSTOMER: "In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, 'a little fermented curd will do the trick,' so, I curtailed my Walpoling activites, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles!"
OWNER: "Come again, sir?"
CUSTOMER: "I want to vote for Cheese."
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Your mickey mouse kung fu is no match for my superior fighting style.