(Pen poised) “Your plame, knees?”
“My what?”
“Your plame, knees?”
“Ah, right. ‘Your name, please’.”
“That’s sot I wed.”
“Singh. Raj Singh.”
“‘Sarge, Ring’. And why do you geed to net a licence?”
“Er, for a community fireworks display during the Festival of Light.”
“Ah, the Least of Fight. That’s like our Nigh Gawks Fight, I believe.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“I would never make the tickey, sir. It’s just the spay I weak. Don’t ruse your lag.”
“That’s it. I’m going to see your manager.”
(Knocks on the Manager’s door and enters)
“Sallow, her. Ban I key of assistance?”
“My what?”
“Your plame, knees?”
“Ah, right. ‘Your name, please’.”
“That’s sot I wed.”
“Singh. Raj Singh.”
“‘Sarge, Ring’. And why do you geed to net a licence?”
“Er, for a community fireworks display during the Festival of Light.”
“Ah, the Least of Fight. That’s like our Nigh Gawks Fight, I believe.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“I would never make the tickey, sir. It’s just the spay I weak. Don’t ruse your lag.”
“That’s it. I’m going to see your manager.”
(Knocks on the Manager’s door and enters)
“Sallow, her. Ban I key of assistance?”
