A rather camp guy I used to work with once was dealing with a woman who'd been a PITA since boarding, pinging the bell every 5 minutes, when she demanded he bring her something for her throat.
He went off to the galley, returned with a tray covered by a napkin, which he whipped off in best Savoy Hotel style, to reveal a knife...
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Breeding Per Dementia Unto Something Jolly Big, Toodle-pip