Like a toddler who had been robbed of his favorite toy, the young playboy's face flustered as blood rushed from everywhere to his face head, trying to heal his injured ego. Consumed by the thought of being disrespected in such a crude manner, he took over the verbal warfare from his servant and issued his first order;
"What are you waiting for you twerps?!" he screamed like a petulant child.
"ARREST THIS BASTARD!!!"
At the onset, despite how it had seemed at the time, it turned out that the chief servant had actually been handling the situation pretty calmly. Immediately Eadweard roused up from his drunken state, he wasted no time in calling for the worst possible way to handle it.
With the boss man finally conscious, the chief servant had no choice but to relinquish the authority to Eadweard. Like a hype man, he echoed the voice of his lord;
"Get on with it! You heard the master!" he yelled at the other servants.
