Lucy: (lisps) Oh Mr Tumnus, why aren't you wearing a shirt?
Mr Tumnus: You know my dear, I don't have a clue. Perhaps it's because some muppet of an author decided that I shouldn't, and should wander around in a century long winter with nothing more than a mangy old umbrella to protect me. Perhaps the esteemed creator of this series of books thought that, since it was a book for children, he could forget about the basic comforts of a lowly faun. I know not. (bitter expression)
Lucy:Erm...
Mr Tumnus:You know what else annoys me? That that absolute idiot of a writer decided that I should provide you with toast and crumpets before enchanting you and taking you off to the White Witch! Have you even the slightest clue how long it took for me to find the bread?!? We don't just have a Tesco's down the road you know!! I had to trek all the way down to CALORMEN for this bread!! You know why?!? (vindictive)
Lucy: (whimpers)
Mr Tumnus: Because, my dear Daughter of Eve, that royal TURNIP of an author didn't think before making his ridiculous statement about toasts and crumpets!!! How, pray tell, HOW can one grow grain in a century long winter?!?!? Honestly, if I EVER find that piece of armpit hair, I'll teach him a thing or two about book writing!
Lucy: (runs away)
Mr Tumnus: (mad giggle) Yes... there shall be... thick wooly coats for all fauns... And the crumpets shall flow all the year round... Yes...
Hehe... don't worry, I don't really think C.S Lewis is a turnip...
Just a little inconsiderate of the feelings of innocent fauns...