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"Fie, one's old bean, ai do say ai wonder if this accent transformation waorks in reverse," you ask.
Mary looks at you quizzically and replies, "Well I say - what aaare you, one's old bean, ohn about? I've bin speaking this accent since the deay one was born, one has. Well I say - one has noh ideah hoh to doh it backwaaards. Maybe if you, one's old bean, ask that divine daaarling chap Unfoohuman, he might be of assistance. Don't you know?"
"Noh we dane't, actually. Goodness me!" continues Leetzan. "Oh one saaeay, did you, one's old bean, noh, that's ah hairlairh divine daaarling cawfee table you, one's old bean, have beck there, Maaary."
"Why thanking yourselves greatly, deaaarie!" Mary replies. "This table has absolutely ah history behind it, it does. one remembah fighting for it ohn eBeay ah few yeaaars beck..."
While they talk about the lovely mahogony table that happens to be in the room, you think about going to see Jolly Ol' England after this is all over. If you get that far. The coffee table is well opposite of the exit that you can't quite seem to reach.
One's old bean. =O
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