I saw a long line of people today, in the hot sun. They were willingly assembled, and of course I do not begrudge them their choice to wait in line, but it baffled me utterly, as if I saw a great crowd of people lining up to be embezzled.
It's pleasantly folksy-sounding, but not so folksy it becomes off-putting or makes you sound inauthentic. Like how you sometimes seem inauthentic when you're talking to someone with a Southern accent and then you start talking with a Southern accent.
ONCE AGAIN YOU FUCK FOR NOTHING, PHLEGYAS
said Virgil. YOU DON'T HAVE DICK. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CARRY US ACROSS THIS GODAWFUL POND
Poor guy looked like he'd just lost a timeshare.