*says in a gentleman's voice*
Oh I'm terribly sorry, but I seem to have lost all my baggage and I'm trying to see if there is a *ahem* what's the term? Lost and Found? Ugh, sounds dreadful whenever I use such slang. I'm very sure your service men are responsible for this mess. If I don't find my baggage in time, I will miss my afternoon tea. And you do not want to anger me when I skip my tea time.
English
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Well, we do have one of those just around the corner. You may be able to find your baggage there. Where was the last place you saw it?
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Ahhh, the last whereabouts of my luggage was when I first arrived at this marvelous hotel. I was in the process of unloading them until a fine young man dressed in your staff clothing offered to take them for me. I told him my room number and expected them to be up there by the time I got back from a round of golf. Yet, here we are with no signs of my belongings.
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Did you get his name?
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No, in fact, he seemed to be in quite a bit of a rush. I don't think he was even wearing a name tag. Oh, drat, if my luggage was stolen by some ruffians I will no choice but to get my hands... messy... George! George: Yes master? Fetch me my firearms! Sorry, Womby this is George, my butler. George: Your shotgun sir. Calibrated to a high quality sights and balanced recoil. Slug rounds for increased range, and made of the highest caliber of Carbon Fiber. Thank you Goerge. I shall be back in a moment or two. But uh George? George: Yes master? Prepare some clothing for me by shopping in the market yes? I'm terribly sorry Sir Womby, but I have a feeling your maids will have bit of... trouble cleaning my suit. Well than, I must be off. Ta ta!