Stand and deliver, says he.

That’s all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.

Pass, friends, says he.

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:

What’s your opinion of the times?

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion.

I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

Foreign wars is the cause of it.

And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:

It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.