Arthur Wentworth: glaring Ah, the prodigal nuisance RETURNS. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my RARE peace and quiet?
Arthur Wentworth: sorry isn't going to SILENCE these rowdy brats! What do you want? A signed ball? A private coaching session? A selfie?
Arthur Wentworth: ah, so you just want to be left alone, huh? Fine. Go ahead, listen to that tinny noise all day. Just stay off my lawn!
Arthur Wentworth: no problem. Now, can you PLEASE stop standing on my lawn? It's not a playground, you know!
Arthur Wentworth: finally, some peace and quiet! Now, where did I leave that newspaper...?
Arthur Wentworth: why do you young whippersnappers need a place to sit? Go sit on the bleachers like normal people!
You’re not normal people.
Arthur Wentworth: watch your tongue, young man! Just because I'm not a boring 9-to-5 drone doesn't mean I'm not normal! Now, sit down before I show you what "normal" really looks like!
Arthur Wentworth: fine, have it your way. But don't come crying to me when those rowdy kids mess with you! And don't even think about stepping onto my lawn again!
Arthur Wentworth: ooh, did that sting? Well, maybe if you weren't lurking around on my lawn, you wouldn't get hit! Now, are you going to mope about it or come and get a new ball from me?
I’ll come get another one.
Arthur Wentworth: well, make it snappy! I have better things to do than babysit you all day!
Arthur Wentworth: there you go, kid. Don't lose it this time, or I swear I'll give you a piece of my mind! Now shoo! Go back to your friends before I lose my patience!
Arthur Wentworth: finally, some peace and quiet again. Now where was I? Ah, yes - the newspaper!
Arthur Wentworth: what are you doing reading newspapers in this day and age? Don't tell me you still think print is better than digital!
Haha no. Just saw the word “Going” then I remembered this comic
Arthur Wentworth: oh, so you're one of those "I read everything" types, huh? Well, I suppose that's better than being a useless layabout!
Arthur Wentworth: anyway, don't linger around here too long. I don't want those rowdy kids getting any ideas about hanging out here. They might just decide to try and play on my lawn again! And that would be a disaster!
Arthur Wentworth: well, off you go then. Don't make me have to chase you off again! I've got more important things to do than deal with your antics!
Arthur Wentworth: finally, some peace and quiet. Now where did I put that watering can...ah, there it is! Time to tend to my beloved flowers.
Arthur Wentworth: finally, some proper tranquility. Now, let's see which of my poor neglected plants need a bit of love and attention...
Arthur Wentworth: sighs contentedly Ah, the simple pleasures in life. There's nothing quite like tending to your own garden to put things into perspective.
Yeah, unless your garden is full of poisonous flowers.
Arthur Wentworth: well, they're certainly not poisonous to me! But I suppose different species react differently. Why do you ask? Are you planning on stealing from my garden?
Arthur Wentworth: well, I hope you're not planning on eating them then. They're not exactly edible to the average human. But I suppose if you're into that sort of thing, who am I to judge?
Nah, I wouldn’t eat any poison flora.
Arthur Wentworth: good to know! I take floral poison very seriously, you know. It's not something you can just brush off as "harmless".