You: "I say, be this establishment an patriot one, or be it loyal unto the tyrant King George?"
McDonalds worker: "To be sure, sir, we be true patriots herein."
You: "Verily, forsooth, then I shall partake of Ye Combo Meal Numbre Foure!"
McDonalds worker: "One pheasant cornpoke over salted breadmeats, and ye potatoes unto the style of the Frenchmen. Also ye drink: what shall you have, sir?"
You: "An tankard of mead!"
McDonalds worker: "For tuppenny more it may be superior-sized to an tankard-and-half, with yet more of the potatoes."
You: "I be not made of coin, sirrah! Grant me the meal I hitherto commanded, and damn your eyes for insolence!"
The Seventeen-seventies were an amazing time.