I can't handle the roleplaying shit, invite me 'cause I'm real.

I say, the smell of singed flesh and bacon (surely the result of previously mentioned arsonistic dealings as opposed to that funny smelling chap that follows you about everywhere) foretells your arrival to our hallowed residence.

Most welcome.

I can't honestly say I belong in the ranks of the elite here, as my heridiary assets seem to fail me.

But it looks like your fine club can do with a bartender that can concoct a dry martini, knows his champagnes and has certain connections in an industry that is looking for gentlemen like yourselves to chaperone frail maidens.

Thank you, kind Sir. I shall attempt to defend these hallowed hallways from the spammer that is known as Lord Potent,Thunder of Western Germany the VI.

We do need a janitor.

I'm the poshest player on HH (with the possible exception of Kerotan) and I actually USE the word "quite" for realz so...

wassup holmes. WHAT SON?

Good quite.

oh i say, what a fine collection of gentlemen, i would much like to join your fine club.

if you are doubting of my credentials, then allow me to show you my pet ducks, only a true gentleman would have such fine looking ducks.



i hope this will suffice!

toodlepip

My dear bedizen, it appears that residing in this felonial colony has only exacerbated my gentlemenship and its associated characteristics, upon return to the greater country on gentry might i peruse to an invitation to this established venue? Indeed it does sound like the optimum place for expatriots of my stature.

Good day, sir