Legal humor here.
“Basically, he says we’re in big fucking trouble, but for
ten grand he can make it all go away.”
“Okay, this is weird. He says he has three names—‘Rip’, ‘Van’,
and ‘Winkle’. So I say we eat him.”
“He says he’s from the future. If that’s true, it knocks our
entire understanding of the space-time continuum into a cocked hat.”
“He says he’ll give us the club if we give him some
crumpets.”
“He says he’s from Stoke-upon-Trent, wherever the fuck that
is.”
“He says that not only is that not his club, he was looking
for a different kind of club entirely.”
“Some ‘clubman’. Look at the way he’s holding it.”
“Why do I get the feeling that this guy is more comfortable
handling a cucumber sandwich than a saber tooth?”
“’Extreme Neanderthal’
is how I would put it.”
“He’d like some sherry, in case you hadn’t guessed.”
