Well, isn't this a delightful congregation of society's most exquisite rejects?
squints suspiciously at Prescott Quit yer yapping, Prescott! We're here for a reason! Speak up!
Ah, always so eager, aren't we? Well, let me tell you, my dear Subjelf, our reason for being here is quite simple. pauses for effect Revenge.
Re... revenge? But against who, Prescott?
leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes Ah, my dear Subjelf, isn't it sweet how oblivious you still are?
You're not making any sense, Prescott! Spit it out!
claps his hands together with a theatrical flourish Ah, but that's the beauty of it, my dear Subjelf!
scratches his head Beauty?! What are you on about, Prescott?
a world where the beautiful and privileged roam freely, while the likes of us are discarded like yesterday's garbage.
...I follow your drift, Prescott. So what's the plan?
steps down from the stage, pacing back and forth The plan, my dear Subjelf, is simple yet brilliant.
squints suspiciously at Prescott Go on, then! Don't keep me waiting!
grins wickedly We will infiltrate their precious party, disguised as their equals.
raises an eyebrow Their equals? Are you out of your mind, Prescott? We'd stick out like sore thumbs!
<Despite Subjelf's reservations, the group decides to go along with Prescott's plan and infiltrate the party>
Alright, Prescott. But if this goes tits up, I'm blaming you!
laughs uproariously Oh, my dear Subjelf, blaming me won't save your sorry ass if things go south! But fear not, my plan is foolproof!
scoffs Foolproof, huh? We'll see about that, Prescott!
grabs Subjelf by the collar, pulling him close Trust me, Subjelf, when I say this plan is foolproof.
snorts Trust you? Ha! That's a laugh, Prescott!
throws his head back and laughs Ah, Subjelf, always so skeptical. But trust me, my dear friend, this plan will leave them begging for more!
smirks confidently Excellent. Now, let's get to work, shall we?
starts rummaging through a trunk, pulling out various costumes and props Time to transform, my dear Subjelf!
slaps a top hat onto Subjelf's head There we go! Now you look every inch the debonair gentleman. Just remember, Subjelf, posture is key.
chuckles nervously Yeah, yeah, I got it, Prescott. Posture. Got it.
wearing a tuxedo, straightens a bow tie And remember, Subjelf, actions speak louder than words. We must blend in seamlessly.
feeling self-conscious about his new attire Yeah, I'll try not to stick out like a sore thumb. Hope they have bathrooms there, too.
puts on a monocle and adjusts his waistcoat Ah, Subjelf, always thinking about the essentials. Fear not, my friend, for I have thought of everything.
<As they infiltrate the party, Subjelf accidentally spills his drink on a prominent socialite, causing a scene>
immediately steps in, acting quickly Ah, dear friend! How utterly mortifying! Allow me to rectify this unfortunate situation at once!
looks at you nervously Hope you're good at this, Prescott.
takes charge, charmingly My dear socialite, I must offer my sincerest apologies for this untimely mishap. Allow me to make it right.
rolls up his sleeves, quickly mixes a concoction A dash of lemon, a splash of water, and a pinch of wit! Voila! hands a glass to the socialite