My amazing revelation...
So I heard two of my friends talking. And...well....you'll see.
Shawn: Trouble at mill.
Mark: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Shawn: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Mark: Pardon?
Shawn: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Mark: I don't understand what you're saying.
Shawn: [slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent] One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treadle.
Mark: Well what on earth does that mean?
Shawn: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
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Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!