As you approach a goth girl in the park, she glares at you and snaps, "Gee whiz, wot iz da skinny, ma fellow cat'n'kitten? With certain sense o' irksomeness I asketh ya: Whatsoever be da nature ov yer jones?"

Before you even got the chance to respond, she cuts you off and says to you "Allow yours-truly some elbow room, 'cause I ain't within ze emotional state fo' chitchat, ya dig? Scram'n'skedaddle, pal, I'm in a huff!"

With that, she turns back to her book, ending the conversation.