Enter Lord Slimly In Athletic Pose

Lord Slimly: Games day today! I bags the croquet lawn.
Lady Slush: Oh, Lord Linseed-Oil plays polo, and not just the water kind.
Lord Slimly: I'm more for exercise of a more gentlemanly persuasion.
Lady Slush: And I, the ladylike, likewise.
Lord Slimly: So you still find me manly?
Lady Slush: Hardly.
Lord Slimly: Oh.
Lady Slush: However.
Lord Slimly: Oh?
Lady Slush: As the hardest man I usualy come across is my spongy-stuffed teddy bear I
can say you're comparatively butch.
Lord Slimly: I'm honored as such, I say; toy bears as so tough to see out a hundred seasons.
Lady Slush: I know. The bravest thing I do is ignoring the Norton warnings on my internet.
Lord Slimly: Oh, you're into the inter-vest kind of thing are you?
Lady Slush: Well, I do bemoan the demise of the telegram, but I WAS intrigued by the
mention of 'wireless'. That brout back memories of Lady Hush-Slush tapping away at
Ukelele Bertie, one of my earliest memories as a child.
Lord Slimly: Childhood memories are charming. Mine go rite the way up to yesterday.
Lady Slush: Yes, you're infinitely young.
Lord Slimly: Its the best way to be, especialy when one is ageing so.
Lady Slush: So the croquet. Are we playing singles or can we drag another couple of
bodies along with us?
Lord Slimly: I don't know. The Usuals are away and Lady Mishap is wrapped up in Tule.
Lady Slush: Ticky Humsummeny said to call sometime. We could drop in on her in the
next Manor.
Lord Slimly: She's the advantage of residing near to the Billios Brothers. Parsomeny is
my number one choice but if he's out, either physicaly or thru drink, there's always
Saffyfargus and Vradylarly. Their grandfather was a Czechoslovakian Duke you know.
Lady Slush: No, I didn't. We'll have to discuss it if the croquet's called off.
Lord Slimly: Oh, I do love whacking a ball at one miles per hour. It makes me feel so
masterful.
Lady Slush: I'm quite quaking standing next to you.
Lord Slimly: Realy? I just thout you were tipsy.
Lady Slush: I haven't drunk a drop since I saw you coming. You know you always drive
me to brandy.
Lord Slimly: What can I say? I must be manly after all.