[ WP ] The narrator has gotten a lot worse at writing dialogue . The characters start noticing that everything they say sounds poorly written .

Reginald took a sip of his whisky, swirling the fine single malt in the crystal tumbler before setting it down on the side table. 
 `` Percy my friend, I know it has been quite some time since our years at Cambridge, but I must insist that you at least try and make an effort at this reunion.'' 
 
 Percy sighed, his horn rimmed glasses sitting low on his nose as he scanned the newspaper, around him the rest of the club was a hive of quiet activity. 
 
 `` Reginald my dear boy I will make every attempt to be civil and polite, but you know me well enough to understand that I am very uncomfortable with such forced camaraderie. For heaven's sake I barely left my dorm, and now I'm expected to sit around and chat with the rowing team as if I spent my days punting on the Cam.'' 
 
 A portly older man walked up to the small alcove where they were both sitting, his cheeks were flushed, a pinstriped waistcoat visibly straining to remain buttoned. 
 
 `` I say chaps, did I just hear you mention Cambridge?'' 
 
 `` Why yes sir,'' Reginald rose to his feet, stretching out a hand. `` Reginald Wilks, I read Philosophy at Corpus.'' 
 
 `` Henry Turnbull, Law at Fitzwilliam,'' his hand was soft, it had n't seen work in many years. He turned to Percy, `` And you sir?'' 
 
 Percy set the paper down on the table, `` History at Jesus,'' he did n't stand. Henry nodded in acknowledgement, beckoning a passing porter. 
 
 `` A gin and tonic please, and could you be so kind as to fetch a chair. My legs are very tired,'' he rubbed his thighs, a golden watch glinting on his wrist. 
 
 `` Long day at work?'' Percy smirked, turning his attention back to the newspaper. 
 
 `` Something like that,'' Henry sat with less than grace on the newly delivered chair, `` I had much works to take care of.'' 
 
 `` Works?'' 
 
 Henry's face flushed pink, `` My sorries, I meant I had many work to do.'' 
 
 `` Henry, are you okay feeling?'' Reginald clamped a hand over his mouth, `` Percy, what is happen to us?'' 
 
 Percy stifled a laugh, `` You both so funny, your talk makes you sound dumb.'' The smile disappeared from his face, he buried his head back in the paper as the waiter arrived with Henry's drink. 
 
 `` You drink sir.'' 
 
 `` I beg pardon? Do n't tell I what to do.'' 
 
 The waiter shook his head, `` My mistake, I do n't know what happen with my brain.'' 
 
 `` No,'' Reginald drained his glass, `` Me also do n't know. It is like some, thing, make us all speak like cave men.'' 
 
 `` Maybe we drink too much?'' Percy looked visibly shaken, his intellect had never let him down before, he grabbed his wrist to check his pulse. 
 
 Henry stared at the two of them, `` I feel odd also, like my speech suddenly losing all smartness.'' 
 
 Reginald furrowed his brow, rocking back and forth in his seat. `` If... I... concentrate... maybe I can... smart talk... or something I dunno.'' 
 
 Percy piped up, `` Wat do u mean u dunno? Y is dis happenin?'' A snapback had inexplicably appeared on his head. 
 
 `` Luk guyz,'' Henry drained his glass, `` Dis was nic n all but Ive got 2 b home soon. Ttyl.'' 
 
 Reginald watched as he stood and left, turning back to Percy once Henry had disappeared through the crowd. 
 
 `` 😂'' 
 

