Joining the Guild of Montgomery Moncreiff.
Some ruffians from the bourgeois district have arrived uninvited to the harlequin banquet and are interrupting your conversation under the foyer with Lady Bracknell by arguing with the servant over an unfair distribution of cucumber crisps. How might you resolve the situation with civility, as to not tarnish your image as a potential suitor for Bracknell's first-born?
You have 4 choices:
- Firearms.
- Create a cucumber crisp distribution company. Money may be made. Woman may be wooed. God may be found.
- Don your black mask and gloves and swipe those uncouth troglodytes with flashing swipes of your rapier, injected with healthy doses of quick wit and slick repartee.
- Your superlative lexical choice has rendered me impotent. Let me choose another scenario. One with less over-indulgent drivel, if at all possible.