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[i]Zande grumbled and rose to his feet, pointing the skewer accusingly at Dartega, the rabbit still sizzling on the twenty inch length of pointy wood in his left hand. His war mask hung from the back of his neck, and despite how he seemed to bristle with weapons, he drew none. Instead, he had plucked a pint bottle of cheap rum off the ground and held it by the neck in his other hand.[/i]

"Otay, bad bwoy. First ya calls me a clown, den ya steal me head takin' tingy. Ya a real bumboclot! But it otay. I ain't gon' keel an' eatcha till ya had some rabbit n' rum wid me. Now siddown an' has yaself some good stuff afore' I has ta force feed ya!"