Atkins is doing his job, unaware of the terrible trick about to be played on him.
Aei cant beeleeve Ieim doing thees.
Good day to you sir. I would like a falay of fish sandwich, on lightly toasted base of foccacia bread, with no mayo, hold the mustard, extra gherkins, and spare me the tomatoes.
Forsooth, what a stench! It Doth offend my nose as though it would leap from my face!
Alack, I doth detect the vile seepage! Twas as If hell itself had opened up, but did not a wise man say, that he who doth report the stench, did the deed?
A faux on you for saying such things! You thou'art an ipudent rouge, and it scorches mine eyes to look at thou!
Am I not the only one here courting with a fair wench? Check your words before you slander me so!