“‘Ey! wheah is thiies Nathan guy frawm anywhys?” A confused Aussie asked, his accent thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.
“i dahn’t know, ‘e says ‘e’s frahm Britain, boeht ‘e sooehnds like a Kiwi sahmetimes.” An equally confused Irishman said, accent just as thick as the previous.
“nahh, those Kiwis daon’t sound loike thaht, thy daon’t hahve the twahng” He retorted
“Dores it rerry matter? He definitry is not Japonese.” The Japanese fellow croaked out eventually, barely following the conversation with its incredibly hard-to-understand accents.
“Oy guess nawt, buh’ steell, whaht bloody accent is thaht?” The Aussie concluded.
“Guys, will you chill the hell out, it’s just the queen’s English. And no, I don’t eat biscuits and drink tea all day. At least yet I don’t. I’ll get back to you on that…”