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[i]Zande peered over his shoulder, popping something into his mouth as he did so. Immediately a childish grin split his face and he brandished the skeweres, badly cooked rabbit, waving it merrily. His dialect was atrocious, a genuine mutilation of the Queen's English.[/i]

"Huh? C'mere bwana, ya wanna try somma dis bunny? I ain' no masta chef, but it bedda den' nuffin'! C'mon, pop a squat mon'! I gad some rum 'ere too!"