“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.