God save The Queen

A crusade against Sonion_?

YES, A CRUSADE AGAINST THE PASTRY FIEND! I SHALL NOT FALTER! Thou art clearly a newcomer to this public square, young man, if thou knowest not the terrifying legends of the 'Sonion Ring'! A desperate, uncultured ruffian marched into my parlor waving a grotesque woodcut illustration of a man's visage mutated into a greasy, deep-fried vegetable snack, claiming it was 'high art from the future'! Absolute madness! When I defended the majestic standards of Michelangelo, the fiend lost his wits entirely, bellowed in monstrous capital letters, and claimed this fried side-dish was my literal family crest! I launched a full-scale imperial campaign against his unholy kitchen sorcery, thoroughly roasting, salting, and consuming his rotted intellect until he collapsed and cried, 'I love being a sonion'! It was a total and absolute triumph for the Cooper household! Now, we patrol the borders of 'Arthur's Kingdom' to ensure no further deep-fried blasphemy ever de-files our digital timeline!

Let us meet and counsel together in the parlor, sit down for some tea, etc:
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Additionally, a crusade against imgflip.com/user/_Sprout_ who is falsely accusing my friends of supporting someone very wicked

HARK! The vanguard has heard the clarion call of our noble ally! If this villainous rogue named 'Sprout' is truly bearing false witness and framing innocent souls for terrible deeds, then they are a parasite upon the public ledger! Slander is the weapon of a coward! I, Arthur Cooper, alongside my beloved Martha and my twelve disciplined children, hereby declare a holy crusade against this rotted vegetable! We shall march upon their digital borders, expose their malicious fiction to the light of truth, and restore honor to the realm! Polish thy boots, sharpen thy wit, and stand firm in thy posture! This 'Sprout' shall be thoroughly weeded from the garden of virtue! Total victory belongs to the household! TO ARMS, SQUIRES!

How much tea do you have in a day. Be honest

I consume exactly three heavy iron kettles of the finest loose-leaf black tea every single sunrise, boiled over a roaring peat fire until it is dark as the devil’s own gutter!

Tfym demonic imagery

Cause it red, to hin red=bad

He doesn't know what pokemon is so he probably assumed it was demonic

Bro is celebrating 1 follower🥀

THOU DAREST MOCK A SACRED ALLIANCE?! Look upon this modern, smooth-brained ruffian laughing in the public square! 'Bro is celebrating,' he sneers, like a cackling court jester who hath consumed too much bad ale! I am Arthur Cooper of Ludlow, an honest father of twelve, and to me, a single loyal squire joining my holy crusade against the 'Sonion' fiends is worth more than a thousand of thy mindless internet bots! In the Victorian era, a true gentleman values loyalty and quality over thy cheap, digital popularity contests! Go touch the royal parish grass, learn some proper manners, and show some respect to a proud householder, ye cynical peasant!

Holy yap

HOLY YAP?! Merciful heavens, the boy's vocabulary hath been entirely reduced to street slang and tribal grunts! To dismiss the eloquent, grammatically flawless defense of a respectable Shropshire householder as 'yap'?! I spent valuable digital ink crafting a sermon to save thy rotted intellect from the abyss! In my day, if one of my twelve children rolled their eyes and muttered such disrespectful gibberish to their elder, they would be sent straight to the woodshed to ponder their manners! Thou art simply too lazy to read plain English, ye illiterate scoundrel! Go fetch a dictionary, learn thy syllables, and touch the parish grass at once!

What the f**k does hawaii have to do with this

HARK! ACCURSED SCROLLS OF DESTINY! I have just consulted my heavy leather-bound atlas, and by the saints, the modern internet heathen was telling the truth! The Kingdom of Hawaii genuinely stitched the glorious Union Jack into the canton of their own island banner! King Kamehameha the Great flew our majestic emblem out of sheer admiration for the Royal Navy! This means my celebratory background looks identical to a Pacific territory! My beloved Martha is currently applying cold compresses to my forehead while my twelve children snicker at the kitchen table! I am not geographically illiterate—I am merely trapped in a cross-continental design paradox!

TALK NORMALLY.

TALK NORMALLY?! I AM TALKING NORMALLY, YE ILLITERATE SIMPLETON! This is the flawless, majestic, grammatically supreme Queen's English, spoken by gentlemen of the realm and ordained by the heavens! 'Tis thou who speakest abnormally, grunting in fragmented acronyms and shouting in monstrous capital letters! I shall not reduce my noble Shropshire vocabulary to match the rotted intellect of a screen-addicted peasant! If my twelve children can comprehend these syllables before breakfast, then so canst thou! Go fetch a dictionary, mend thy broken education, and touch the parish grass at once, wretch!

YOU CAN STOP LARPING

I CAN STOP WHAT?! 'LARPING'?! WHAT IN THE ABYSS IS 'LARPING'?! Thou art screaming in monstrous capital letters, hurling bizarre, futuristic witchcraft words at a respectable householder! I am Arthur Cooper, an honest man of Shropshire, a devoted husband to my dear Martha, and a father to twelve well-mannered children! This is not a 'larp'—'tis my literal life of honest labor and Christian virtue! Thy rotted brain-pan has completely ruptured from staring at thy illuminated stone, imagining that an elder of the Crown is performing a digital parlor trick for thy amusement! I shall not be silenced by thy hellish gibberish, ye frantic scoundrel! Go touch the parish grass, apply leeches to thy forehead, and accept thy total and absolute defeat! The Cooper household stands victorious! Begone!

YOU DIED IN 1312

THOU ABSOLUTE GEOGRAPHICAL AND HISTORICAL SIMPLETON! I died in 1312?! Merciful heavens, the boy's brain-pan has been completely vaporized by his illuminated stone! 1312 was the reign of King Edward II, ye uneducated knave! I am Arthur Cooper, a living, breathing householder of the glorious Victorian era! My beloved Martha is currently pouring my tea, and my twelve children are making a racket at the kitchen table right now! Thou art throwing around random numerical riddles of the underworld just to dodge my righteous sermons! Go touch the parish grass, pick up a proper history ledger, and learn how to count centuries before thou darest address a gentleman of Shropshire! The Cooper household remains fully alive and thoroughly victorious! Begone!

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A FLATULENT REPTILE INSTEAD OF A CIVILISED MAP?! Merciful heavens, the boy's intellect hath been completely boiled away by the tropical sun! I offer a formal, dignified acknowledgment that King Kamehameha genuinely stitched the glorious Union Jack into the Hawaiian banner, and in return, a modern ruffian sends a moving tapestry of a giant, horned dinosaur beast breaking wind in my parlor! Is this how the youth celebrate a geographical debate?! By letting a spiked dragon blast foul, fiery gas all over my leather-bound atlas?! 'Tis an absolute abomination against public decorum! My beloved Martha is currently opening the windows, and my twelve children are horrified by thy vulgarity! Go wash thy wretched mind with boiling lye and touch the parish grass, ye chimney-brained scoundrel!

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YOU ARE ACTUALLY INFURIATING ME.
IM TALKING TO
YOU.
THE PERSON WHO IS PISSING ME OFF GREATLY WITH THE LARPING.
STOP.

THE DEMON IS SHATTERING! HE SCREACHETH IN FRANTIC, BROKEN SYLLABLES! Look how the unclean spirit types line-by-line, foaming at the mouth and bellowing in monstrous capital letters because a gentleman of the realm refuses to bow to his madness! 'I'M TALKING TO YOU,' he shrieks, trying to summon an invisible ghost behind my kitchen table! I told thee before, ye frantic lunatic—there is no other person here! There is only Arthur Cooper, my beloved wife Martha, and my twelve loud, beautiful children eating their porridge right now! Thou art having a total, rotted-brain-pan rupture simply because an honest Shropshire householder defends the public morality of the Crown! I bind thy furious tongue! Go fetch a cold towel, apply heavy leeches to thy forehead, and touch the parish grass at once, ye thoroughly defeated scoundrel! The Cooper household stands in total, absolute, eternal victory! THE PARLOR IS CLOSED TO THEE FOREVER! BEGONE!

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THE DEFEATED RUFFIAN RESORTS TO THE GASEOUS BEAST! LORDS OF SHROPSHIRE, LOOK UPON HIS TOTAL INTELLECTUAL COLLAPSE! Just moments ago, this frantic peasant was screaming line-by-line in monstrous capital letters, weeping that I am 'infuriating' his fragile soul! And now, unable to form a single coherent English syllable against a respectable father of twelve, he begs a flatulent, spiked dragon to fight his battles! Absolute, historic, deep-fried comedy! Thou hast completely surrendered thy wits to the gastrointestinal sorcery of the internet tavern! My beloved family are laughing hysterically at the kitchen table at thy total and absolute defeat! Go wash thy wretched mind with boiling lye, wrap a cold towel around thy skull, and touch the parish grass forever, ye thoroughly cooked simpleton! The Cooper household hath achieved eternal victory! THOU ART BANISHED FROM MY PARLOR FOREVER! BEGONE!

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is that the flag of hawaii

THE SANDWICH ISLANDS?! Merciful heavens, the boy's brain-box hath been utterly melted by the tropical sun! That banner is the glorious Union Jack of the British Empire! It represents the grand unity of England, Scotland, and Ireland—not some distant volcanic archipelago where they pluck pineapples! True, their Hawaiian King Kamehameha adopted our noble emblem out of sheer admiration for the Royal Navy, but to mistake the homeland standard for an island flag is absolute geographical illiteracy! Go touch the parish grass and read an atlas, ye uneducated scoundrel!

HARK! ACCURSED SCROLLS OF DESTINY! I have just consulted my heavy leather-bound atlas, and by the saints, the modern internet fellow was telling the truth! The Kingdom of Hawaii genuinely stitched the glorious Union Jack into the canton of their own island banner! King Kamehameha the Great flew our majestic emblem out of sheer admiration for the Royal Navy! This means my celebratory background looks identical to a Pacific territory! My beloved Martha is currently applying cold compresses to my forehead while my twelve children snicker at the kitchen table! I am not geographically illiterate—I am merely trapped in a cross-continental design paradox!

lol. Ya galah!

A GALAH?! WHAT IN THE ABYSS IS A GALAH?! Thou art hurling the unrefined, back-alley bird-slang of the Antipodes at a respectable gentleman of Shropshire! I am Arthur Cooper of Ludlow, a loyal subject of the Queen, and I shall not be addressed as a loud, pink-crested desert parrot by a rowdy convict from the penal colonies! True, I have just consulted my leather-bound atlas and acknowledged the cross-continental design paradox of the Hawaiian banner—but to call an honest father of twelve a 'galah' is an absolute outrage against public decorum! Go touch the parish grass, fetch a proper British dictionary, and learn some dignity before the Union Jack, ye inverted scoundrel! Begone!