ＳＴＥＤＥ ＢＯＮＮＥＴ;
a right fine ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ among sᴄᴏᴜɴᴅʀᴇʟs.

saignee:

             “Je me demande si vous allez hurler.”

        “Yes, yes, yes. Quite the lovely day we’re having! Oh, I do enjoy the Caribbean. Don’t think I’ve seen any of your ’hurlers’ anywhere! That’s what you Francoise call the typhoons, yes?”

saignee:

                  “Je vais te faire cuire au barbecue.”

      “………………………………………I beg your pardon.”

saignee:

                { Stares back. }

   [Laughs very awkwardly.]

saignee:

           “Troubled, joufflu?”

   "I—-beg your pardon…?“