What Ho!
"Ha!" he laughs bitterly.
"I mean it, Fatty, think of the standard this is setting for your future Marital State."
"Ha!" he repeats, a bit redundantly. He glowers at you. "I don't exactly see you standing up to her, either."
"Ah, well, you know, dash it all, just trying to help, what?" you explain.
"Well hopefully you'll be more help come dinner time." On cue the dinner bell chimes, and he starts slobbering like that Russian pooch. Foul mood gone, Fatty smiles and tears off for the dinner hall.
"I mean it, Fatty, think of the standard this is setting for your future Marital State."
"Ha!" he repeats, a bit redundantly. He glowers at you. "I don't exactly see you standing up to her, either."
"Ah, well, you know, dash it all, just trying to help, what?" you explain.
"Well hopefully you'll be more help come dinner time." On cue the dinner bell chimes, and he starts slobbering like that Russian pooch. Foul mood gone, Fatty smiles and tears off for the dinner hall.