Bob: Hello my dear peasant.

Billy: I'm doing well for a peasant, you know, just here eating dirt.

Bob: Oh lord watch out with the water a plant might grow out from your stomach.

Billy: It's just dirt, though. I'm pretty sure plants need more than just water to sprout from. Like maybe a seed?

Bob: Well then I command you to go eat watermelon seeds so maybe you won't look so skinny when it grows.

Billy: I'd look pregnant, maybe I'll have little tony watermelons when you cut my stomach open, or maybe just a bunch of seeds.

Bob: I don't really care, go bring me food or something, I'm hungry.

Billy: I already did, that's why I'm here! Lord, I really do think you're losing it. I think it might be time to ready the prince. 

Bob: How dare you! You a PEASENT cannot speak to me this way? You better get in your knees and beg for forgiveness!

Billy: No, I think I've done enough begging, I am a peasant after all. I suppose it's kind of my job. I'm looking for a career change.

Bob: Carrer? Carrer? Lord please you are nothing but a peasant and you will stay a pleasant! So long that you'll kids will be peasants!

Billy: Oh, that's terrible. I really can't see why our life expectancy is so low. I wonder what keeps the other peasants going..