What was that you just called me, chap? Monster? Now see here, I am a gentleman! Sir Robert Fenwick the Third, born in 1812, of the distinguised Fenwick family, whose grounds lay just outside of Yorkshire. Quite lovely in the summertime. When I was young, the trouble I would get into... but that's neither here nor there.
Sir, I would ask you to please stop attempting to run. It's rude to interrupt when one is speaking.
Where was I? Ah, my youth. I enjoyed the usual gentleman's pasttimes, although a bit too much tomfoolery. It was quite the fashion for young men to dabble in the dark arts in my day. All in good fun, gent! By the by, what bloodtype did you say you were? You didn't? Odd, I like to take account of such things.
It was through a tragic pistol accident that I transcended into my new state of life. Unlife, as it were. It seems the chaps down below took my dabblings seriously.
Now sir, cease your carrying on! It isn't a very large bite. I always use proper manners at dinner.
I am still a gentleman, after all.
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