‘Awright, me ol’ mucker! I ain’t got the foggiest bleedin’ clue wot you’re bangin’ on about! Proper sorry, but I’m as British as jellied eels an’ a pint o’ bitter, I am. If you want me to sort ya out, you’ll ‘ave to natter in proper English, right? None o’ that foreign gobblederemoved, or we’re in a right two ‘n eight, ain’t we?’