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“Larks’ tongues! Otters’ noses! Ocelot spleens!”
“Got any nuts?”
“I haven’t got any nuts. Sorry. I’ve got wrens’ livers, badgers’ spleens—”
“No, no, no.”
“Otters’ noses?”
“I don’t want any of that *Roman* rubbish.”
“Why don’t you sell *proper* food?”
“*Proper* food?”
“Yeah, not those rich imperialist tit-bits.”
“Well, don’t blame *me*. I didn’t *ask* to sell this stuff.”
“All right. Bag of otters’ noses, then.”
“Make it *two*.”