I have a vivd image in my head. It consists of Britian, standing firmly on a sidewalk, that streches far and wide. The rain is pouring, as if it was it's last time, and the tea lover has no umbrella. The British lad's mind is filled with thoughts. Moslty thoughts asking where the bloody hell he is, and how he got there. Seemingly out of nowhere a phrase like no other rings throught his head. "Hinky-dinky Parlez-voice?" the thought asked.
What the hell did I just come up with?