Oh, no need to edit, my friend. The triple-F is a mark of great wisdom. My grandfffather always said so. And so did his! Sign of greatness from times of yore.
I sneezed the other day, and half a dozen men, garbed in black and armed similarly, tried to knock me to the ground. Started yelling about how I was some kind of crazed murderer. I only killed two commoners who wouldn't move out of the line for me so I could get some tea.
And what's this about a duel, you say? Who in their right mind would challenge you, J-e-f-f-e-r-s, Earl of J-e-f-f-e-r-s, the Deadeye? I remember the day I saw you shoot a man's hand right off his cane, without knocking it over. Of course, I could have done the same, had I not been engaged in a game of croquet at the time. Alas, a missed opportunity. Ah well. I'll be your second, then, in this duel. Which means I need some of that Scotch too.