Sir Jeffeth of Decatureth!

“Are you gonna eat that cartoonishly large drumstick?”

After parting from the manor house, Sir Jeff mounted his trusty steed and headed forthwith to Ye Olde Brasse Raille.

A hearty meal of pottage, roast capon, Slim Jims, and Cheese Nips thusly ensued. Pray thee what shallest I quaff? Why a delicious Hamm’s, you currish beetle-headed scullion!

Pfft. Commoners.