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I laughed substantially at that.
 
What the deuce did you just proclaim about me, you scoundrel? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Eton College, and one has been involved in numerous secret raids on the freshman dorms, and I myself have over 300 confirmed buggers. I am trained in Queensberry Rules and the top duelist in the entire Royal British Navy Cadets. You are nothing to me but just another common fop charlatan. I will do away with you with swordsmanship precision the likes of which has never been seen before in any colony nor pagan land, mark my stern words. Does one think he can get away with spewing vile slander to me over the telegram? Think again, thy foul beast. Thenceforth as I speak to you, I am contacting my network of chums across the coffee houses of London and your poorly tailored suits are being traced right now sir, so it is imperative to prepare for the greatest maelstrom, fiend. The maelstrom that wipes out the decrepit little thing you call your existence. You are soon to be prohibitively bereft of life, creature. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can thrash you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my musket and lance. Not only am I extensively trained in fisticuffs, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Windsor Gentlemen's Smoking Club and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your cretinous self off the face of the known world, you streak of tripe. Had only you to of known what ungodly tyranny your little ignominious comment was about to bring down upon you, probably you would have held your tongue swine. However you could not, you did not, and now you shall recompense the price, you boorish rogue. I will vent my fury all upon you and you will succumb to it. Your life to cease, boy.