Continue to play that fashionable piece, Caucasian male.
TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! YOUR TROUSERS HAVE COMBUSTED!
Roxanne it is not incumbent upon thee to illumine the rufescent beacon.
The Language of the Anglo-Saxons ART THOU FLUENT?!!
I used to be a strapping, wandering fellow like thouest, Then I tooketh a pointed stick to my patella