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According to sources, your pantaloons were utterly discombobulated after I yelled “Tallyho, scallywag!” and passed you on my penny-farthing bicycle.
“Who is that dapper rapscallion, and where did he procure such a frolicsome penny-farthing bicycle?” declared bystander Cornelius Snizzler, evidently bamboozled by my vast reservoirs of swagger and urbanity. “Perchance a bumpkin as fashionable as he is on his way to something of extreme paramountcy; mayhaps a trust–busting seminar?”
“I would try to halt the scamp and get his attention, but alas! He is too far above me, thanks to the very high seat on his aforementioned penny-farthing bicycle,” continued Snizzler, removing his pince–nez for dramatic effect. “Indeed, that chuckaboo must be ‘some pumpkins’ to pilot such a lofty vessel!”
At press time, I declared “Toodle-oo, mooncalf!” as I peddled away on my sumptuous penny-farthing bicycle.
