Jeaf: Oi, where’s Lance
Nim: Oi, he’s on the rug,
nibbling on carrot and celery sticks with soy hummus dip.
Jeaf: Oi, Lance, do you want to watch me eat this raw veal, with a hotdog bun.
Lance: *sweats profusely* Oi, eat your slut burger, freak. But save me some
hamburger bun for my Turkey.
Nim: Oi,
Bloody Mary, Lance! Have a stake and stop vexing.
Jeaf: Oi. Let him go. He is at peace.