Priorities.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hey
You: why 'ello thea govna
You: lovely day tisnt it
Stranger: tis indeed mah good sah
Stranger: how's ya family been doin?
You: quite swell. except fo timmy. pooa pooa wittle timmy
Stranger: timmy? good heavens, what on erth has 'appened to timmy?
You: well just last week 'is flu stated actin up and 'is wooden leg fell off once again
Stranger: oh no! not the wooden leg agayn! I swea', yad think a good ol' prosthetic would do da trick!
You: aye. but mi fatha cannot affoad one becaus of 'is job at the factory
You: aye tis a sad sad thing
Stranger: tis a sad thing indeed. well ol' chap, it was great chattin on with ya but I gotta deliver this gallon of PCP to sum gangstas soon or they'll gonna murda mah wife and kids. So a good afternoon to ya!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.