<sitting in his comfy Adirondack lounger, legs crossed and Sam Adams at the ready. Westy never looks up from filing his nails but merely staes in a very monotone like voice>
"Oh cheerio,
hip hip and all that.
Another Brit plane, eh?
<imperceptable huff>
Braaaah___
voe.
<whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop>