"Nay, lad" quoth 't Bungling Baron Waste-o-Space. "There's now't wrong wi' owerr reputation, tha' knows. Allus projects has been on time, on budget. Well, on ma' time and budget, that is, not them soft London boogerrs in't MoD box's"
Wiping tears of laughter from his old eyes, 't Baron merrily tucked in to yet another portion of tail and testicle tart whilst Boogeroff, his trusty yet flatlent whippet, snored and farted quietly in front of 't fire.