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Salutations, milady.
*tips fedora*
*wind catches fedora*
*I try to chase after my fedora*
*I fail to look both ways before crossing and get hit by a bus*
*Bus knocks me face-first into a pile of horse shit*
*I look up and as I can literally feel the pinkeye setting in, I see this particular pile of horseshit is freshly deposited by a policeman's patrol horse*
Oi! Where's yer gettin' hit boi a bus loisence?
mfw I'm in England somehow.
Thanks a lot, bus-kun.