ASK THE COLONEL

To answer your query more directly: it depends on whether or not I’ve a weapon on me at the time.

What do you want.

Bless every last one of ‘em.

{{dollymops, judies, ladybirds, and tail were all victorian terms for prostitutes}} 

Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Wouldn’t go back for the Crown Jewels, though. 

What an odd query. 

{{}}

Uncle Basher doesn’t play favorites, laddie.

That Meyer trollop wouldn’t know a vampire if it hit her upside the face.

“All these birthdays on, it was the model ship again. I still didn’t have a real gun, no matter how deadly this puff-rifle might be. Moriarty missed the point. The bang! Herons startled from the reeds! The echo, resounding in my ears! The animal keeling over, dropped and dead before the sound has died down. The pull of the bolt and the ting of the ejected cartridge case! All part of the moment of a perfect shot. Lost with the limp phut of this toy.” (The Hound of the D’urbivilles, p. 213)