Mr Barnard (shouting) What do you want?
Man : Well I was told outside ...
Mr Barnard : Don't give me that you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
Man: What!
Mr Barnard: Shut your festering gob you tit! Your type makes me puke! You vacuous toffee-nosed malodorous pervert!
Man : Look! I came here for an argument.
Mr Barnard :(calmly) Oh! I'm sorry, this is abuse.
Man : Oh I see, that explains it.
Mr Barnard : No, you want room 12A next door.
lmao!
*mutters* Stupid Git...
ROFL...my last name is Barnard! I never knew that character’s was!
Fits me perfectly! lol