Lord Sarc: Oh, and... if it's not too much trouble, do you think we could make this roof leak a little MORE?

Vassal: Why, yes, yes. we could.

Lord Sarc: That's wonderful! Here's an idea: maybe in the next house I have, maybe you can all go out, and you can just throw together a collection of random stone blocks in the middle of nowhere, and I'll live there! You think you can handle THAT?!

Vassal: At once, my Lord.



Host: And so, Stonehenge was built: the first sarcastic structure in the world.



Host: By 1119, Lord Sarc's comments had run their course.



Thomas: And so it is decreed, that I shall walk around with my head FIRMLY up my ass, from this day forth, until I know it better--

Lord Sarc: Okay, don't you GET IT? Do NONE of you morons understand what I'm doing?! LOOK: I don't really mean ANY of the things I'm SAYING!

Vassal: So I'm not the smartest man you've ever met?

Lord Sarc: No, you are not the smartest man I ever met--I'm saying the OPPOSITE of what I mean for EMPHASIS! For example, Thomas, when I say, "I love your lute playing," what I really mean is I'd rather hear the pained mating cries of a jackass!

Thomas: Ohhhhhhhh. That's bad.

Lord Sarc: Nooooooo, it's terrible, pal! And when I tell all of you what a joy it is to be in your company, what I really mean is that you all completely disgust me! Do you mouth-breathing idiots UNDERSTAND?!!

Others: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...




Host: Philip Sarc was immediately burned at the stake.

I thought it was cute.