...honked her way up Mount Kilimanjaro, geezer, using only the power of her inner knuckle hair, cor blimey guv'nor, not 'arf, um diddle diddle diddle um diddle aye..."
Bertram's eyes glazed over as Salvador began to perform his traditional Dick Van Dyke dance, gesturing oddly with his lemon meringue pie. Berty-bo was awoken from his bored reverie by a seething-hot Annie thundering past where his ear would've been (if he had one & wasn't a sad excuse for a perineum), "HONK! Git oot me wey, I noo wannae hear ye substandard musical theatre. HONK! Aye be late fur a vera important...