Kali-Yuga arguements

[bhaktajan]

(Scene: a wartime RAF station)
Janardana das: Morning, bhakta-ashram Leader.

New Bhakta: What-ho, Squiffy.

Janardana das: How was it?

New Bhakta: Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.

Janardana das: Er, I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, Squadron Leader.

New Bhakta: It's perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.

Janardana das: No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it slower.

New Bhakta: Banter's not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.

Janardana das: Hold on then -- Wingco! -- just bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Bhakta Trinidad: Can do.

Janardana das: Jolly good. Fire away.

New Bhakta: Bally Jerry... (he goes through it all again)

Bhakta Trinidad: No, I don't understand that banter at all.

New Bhakta: Something up with my banter, chaps?

Temple President: AIR RAID SIRENS

(Enter Mr Patel, out of breath)

Mr Patel: Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg-and-fours and let's get the bacon delivered!

Bhakta Trinidad (to New Bhakta): Do you understand that?

New Bhakta: No -- I didn't get a word of it.

Bhakta Trinidad: Sorry, old man, we don't understand your banter.

Mr Patel: You know -- bally tenpenny ones dropping in the custard!
(no reaction)

Mr Patel: Um -- Charlie choppers chucking a handful!

Bhakta Trinidad: No no -- sorry.

Janardana das: Say it slower, old chap.

Mr Patel: Slower banter, sir?

Bhakta Trinidad: Ra-ther.

Mr Patel: Um -- sausage squad up the blue end?

New Bhakta: No, still don't get it.

Mr Patel: Um -- cabbage crates coming over the briny?

The others: No, no.

(Film of air-raid)

New Bhakta (voice-over): But by then it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit London on July the 7th. That was just the beginning.

(Bhakta Trinidad seen sitting at desk, on telephone)

Bhakta Trinidad: Five shillings a dozen? That's ordinary cabbages, is it? And what about the bombs?... Good Lord, they are expensive.

[AncientMariner]

Janardana used to post on one of these forums I think.