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The rummiest thing happened to me at the club. I was bestowing praises upon Peggle and my compatriots began making vicious sport of me!
Let me take a step back.
It was Friday afternoon and I entered the club making sure to acknowledge my peers with nods, waves, and the occasional “Hullo!” Soon after, with a Sidecar in hand (a strident libation composed of two parts Jameson Irish Whiskey to one part Cointreau with enough lime juice to change the color), I approached my merry crew and began to talk of Peggle.
“Ah yes, my niece is quite taken with it,” said Aramis.
“Indeed,” said Anthony, “it does have a gentle appeal.”
“Unicorns and some such,” said Paul adjusting his monocle reproachfully.
This was too much. I nearly set my drink down!
“Fiends. Yes, fiends, for what fellow could speak such words against Peggle? Your niece? A gentle appeal? Unicorns?
“I say! I say indeed.
“Name any game and you will name Peggle’s equal! I tell you, you have never felt the blood stir, the pulse quicken, until you have mastered the shot on Beyond Reason which will net you over 750,000 points. Only the steadiest of hand and the stoutest of heart can defeat Renfield Pumpkin. And I defy you to stand before a Peggle Professor and tell him his Achievement does not make him a giant among men!”
Amanda:
Wot ho wot ho wot ho, jolly good review, sport!
Anthony:
I say, good day, sir!
Bluraven (Carlton):
What’s all this then?! By Jove you’ve got my blood stirring, good Lad! Indeed, my faculties are assuredly to be consumed with this new delectable merriment!