Prompt: Write a sketch featuring a self-important character who uses fractured, jargony, wordy English, and capture that in the dialogue.
I am quite peaked, as I streak down the street, constrained by my wayward tacts involving criminals in my pity party. Chomping at the bit, I must acquaint my nerve with my pain. Incidentally, there is a connection between my regime, in the light of several different compatriots, I would venture to say that there is a similar vein in which I often give myself over to fits of restraint.
Simply put, my only resource is to gravitate toward that point in time where I was definitely absent from that class of grief. I would often think, it is said that grass grows out of replete rows, given free reign to implore for a right to adore.
In conclusion, the most complete confession only comes when a mind is naïve to the world’s narrow-minded faculties.