GOOOD MORNIN !!!
I feel ... comely
Better watch out, Helen. I saw Haggis eyeing a baseball bat, and he won't be a kitten forever.
*slithers up on bar (since it's more or less impossible to jump in this blasted dress), clears throat*
It seems just a couple of days ago that I announced my candidacy for sainthood right in this very room. But I'm here to tell you I'm giving that a miss. I have no reason to be saintly anymore, now that I'm so great you've run out of appropriate compliments. Therefore, from this point forward, I shall be a mere reprobate like the rest of you loosers. I'm sure, however, that I shall find other occasions to grandstand.
*wait expectantly for enthusiastic huzzahs, ducks alarm clock and three rotten eggs, slithers off the bar and pours herself a cup of coffee.*