Lord Grantham, I Demand You Get Me My Sausages

Since my deme is in the last movie, my physician has put me on a health diet. I'm on belvita breakfast biscuits, though i do sneak the occasional pop tart as you only live once or twice. Myself and the staff have come out in sympathy with the workers at the local railway station. They don't agree with the new technology being foisted on them. It seems to be a severed head of a horse accompanied by a note reading, your next fathest. Lord grantham, there's a gentleman here to see you. A mister mc lynch from the r m t. He'll got some o the side of you. But cook has kindly