For Blanco Marsh

Hello:

Hmmm? What? Oh, it’s you.

Can we dispense with the pleasantries?

What was it you wanted, again?

Yes, yes. Get on with it.

Goodbye:

Mark well what I’ve said, I beseech you.

Until next time — should you survive until then.

Later, then.

Are you still here?

Happy:

Well, that was unexpected!

My, my. Will wonders never cease?

What an unlooked-for felicity!

Today might’ve been worth waking up for, after all!

Curious:

Is that how it works these days? Interesting…

Huh. I never would have thought…

Most intriguing…

Hmmm… A closer examination is definitely in order…

Fighting:

<sighing> I don’t have time for this right now.

Hurry up and die. I have things to do!

Judging me by my size shall be the final mistake of your bungled, little life.

Give them my regards when you arrive in Hell.

Wounded Badly:

Ugh! This was my best waistcoat!

This is going to be one of those days, isn’t it?

Oh, I’ll repay that tenfold!

Ow! Nice one! But you left me alive, idiot!

Alarmed:

My word!

Oh, that’s not good!

What the Devil?!

Beelzebub’s bollocks!

Impatient: 

Do you require an engraved invitation from Her Majesty the Queen herself? Get on with it!

While we’re still reasonably young, if you please.

This is where you do the thing, or else we all die. Is that clear enough?

Perhaps if I repeated the instructions using pictures. Would that help?