Talk like a villainous Victorian velociraptor

[Malergion]

I say, Jenkins; this forum is in serious need of evisceration.

 

[Chromatose]

Why sir, your entrails do look rightfully scrumptious on this fine eve. I kindly request that you remove your waistcoat so that I may inspect further the delicacies that await my palate.

 

[Anvil]

Did I not just eat your petticoat dear mistress? I say, I may just have to nibble your other achillies tendon so that I may eat you with much more delight whilst you struggle.

 

[Malergion]

Good show, Trilby. Your spleen is impeccably delicious.

 

[Super Mahrio]

I do declare that these fingers are most delicious. Sir, if you oblige, I would fancy a nice pancreas. Also some of that smashing virgin blood to wash it down.

 

[Morbides]

I say, old chaps, I must confess to the uncanny urge of walking like an Egyptian.

 

[Chromatose]

Chip chip cheerio Guv'nuh. Top o' the mornin' to yuh. Could I shine yer shoes fer a shilling?? Jolly good show! Well I must be off before I miss the eight aught five autogyro, the streets are crowded on this Saint Swithens' Day eve.

 

[Malergion]

Villainous Victorian velociraptor on a velocipede.

 

[Lunar Still]

Great Heavens, my fellow distinguished Sauropods, it seems the whole ruddy carcass has vanished amidst the carnivorous frenzy of our decidedly insatiable gustatory gobbling gala. Whereabouts do you all suppose we might find further yet-living delicacies into which we might elect to sink our dazzlingly dangerous toe-daggers? And what of cigars and brandy thereafter?