The Iwaku Tea Party!

Shall dinner be served here or the dining hall, sir? -checks pocketwatch-
 
Of course, my good man, of course.

*polishes his pauldrons shoes*
 
It is a good thing I'm French. I get to be rude to all you daffy Englishmen.
 
Quite so, quite so.

*Powders her face*
 
*Enters dressed in riding gear with a cane, a tophat and a laborador at his side*

Gentlemen.
 
Kiss my irish ass you bloody englishmen

*Farts on this thread in contempt*
 
All I wanted was a nice tea party, who invited the drunks?
 
YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES.
 
You sir, are disinvited to this function until you've learned to behave like a gentleman. Good Day!
 
Would you like more crumpets, dear?
 
No, mon petit chou. C'est la vie.
 
Ah the maple-y language that is Canadianese.
 
*GMK jumps into his Keg-nought and wrecks the tea party*

NO TEA FOR YOU

BEER FOR THE BEER GOD!!!
 
*dumps the Keg, Karsi and all into Boston Harbor*

No my good gentlemen and ladies, I would be ever so grateful if you would take the time to notice this 17th century piece of work...
 
Bravo! Eet is simply dee best.
 
Quite.
 
How delightfully, pleasant! Pardon me for being late. I couldn't seem to catch a carriage.
 
>:[ *angrily abducts a horse and a few frail white ladies to turn them into REAL WOMEN, disappears back into the trees or whatever*
 
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