I should point out that neither of the characters routinely called each other "sir" ;-)
Then you will no doubt have seen the globular semi-moist vestige of the runt's last bowel movement, forlornly trapped in a few wisps of hair surrounding the pooch's anus. Have you seen that, sir?
I have observed such when visiting your home; mostly on the front of your trousers, usually flattened and smeared by what would appear to be a rhythmical grinding motion. I am at a loss as to the mode of transfer from canine anus to your groinal region. Perhaps you could enlighten us?
See an impoverished, uneducated child from the late 19th century, playing with a charitable gift comprising a set of used wooden alphabet blocks, donated by someone more fortunate? Note carefully that some blocks are missing, resulting in the complete absence of several letters, including "A" and "D". Nonetheless, being illiterate, he arranges the blocks according to the patterns he finds most pleasing, resulting in short strings of garbled nonsense.
That's your word processor that is.
