I weel be bag. I yam resteen' an' cleanseen'...The yoomans storffed me como un Thanksgeebeen' torkey. Teedbeets ob smoghe' Ireesh salmon. Botter. Creme fraiche. Raw beef. Fullcream meelk.
An' chaseen' streeng, chaseen' reebon, chaseen' the Man/Jefe, whom I beet onetime preedy hard.
They try to maghe me dreenk redwine. I deed nard.
I pretended to deesappear before the deenner party. They wore berworried. Their soup gard cold while they sorched. Especially the Jefe. Then they foun' me asleep arn the Wooman's chair onder the Damask leenen table clarth. Then they ade their sopa.
Manana: a story abou' cheeckens.
I need res'.