((OOC: I don't know when the antique business started, but let's just say sometime later than the 1800s...sorry. OTL))

Antiques? Yet another contraption that appears in the future.

(Figaro shakes his head, slightly annoyed.)

It is very inconsiderate of our captors to kidnap me; not only am I abducted from my lovely Seville, I have become nothing short of the village idiot. All these new terms and objects drive me crazy.

(He throws his hand up in the arm, frustrated.)