Before I give you the invoice for the work I have some paprework for you to complete, you have in front of you data on your cars engines performance, work out probability of what we have done to the EMS and confirm the predicted outcomes from the two given variables showing any correlation, determine how much you think is going to cost. Here is a clip board for you to write on, and if you could just take a seat, please show you working out and no talking to the person next to you or looking what they have written. When finished I’ll check your working out before giving you the proper answer and our bill.
An estimate? Tell you what: why don't I just go ahead and do the work, and you can pay me what you think is fair when I'm done? You can use my Jag while I'm fixing your Renault 2CV.
Foremost you must never allow the desired crescent to become aware of your intentions. When shopping for your morning crescent I find a bold affrontery is the most tactful. There is no need for introductions, make your selection impulsively and capture said crescent with matching spontaneity, offering it no windows for escape, but while maintaining a firm but gentle pressure with the restraining thumb and fore-digits let the other hand stray and return with a butter knife laden with oleo with which you anoint the said object unsparingly. Take your time, massage every surfacial millimetre of said crescent. Hopefully the crescent has already been overtly warmed by your intimations and the butter melts, but should said crescent remain coldly hostile warm it up by placing it in your pants for no specific period of time but until the butter melts. Once persuaded in this fashion, even the most wholesome of crescents will become sinfully wicked. There you have it. A crescent you can sink your teeth into. Better even, grab another for a friend.
That was an elegant move to Elm Park,but you have to remember how that will appear to your opponent, more style next time attempt a shunt from Moredon a little more lip gloss be bold with the eyeliner and tummy in.
You young whippersnappers think you know it all, if I 'ad my way you'd be practicing nothing but double shunts up and down the Central Line for three years before being allowed onto the Circle, and you'd never be entered for club competitions until you could handle back-striles across the river in your sleep, and then you 'ad an apprenticeship to serve and if you were lucky, really lucky, you might be allowed in the back door at an MCC event and get a chance to caddy for the real players as long as you knew your place but youngsters don't know any respect these days, flog 'em and 'ang 'em, that's what I say, never did me any 'arm....