Twaddle seemed to get the message. Twaddle Just leave him, for the moment, Sergeant Brudder, my ingenious mind will provide an answer in due course. Cretin Excuse me, Duke. Twaddle YES CECIL: WHAT NOW? Cretin You didn ' t answer my question. Twaddle WHAT QUESTION? Cretin Where is your gluteus maximum? Has it anything to do with your mouth? Twaddle CECIL!- You are sounding like it has- PLEASE CEASE THIS LINE OF QUESTIONING Pickles Twaddle hung his head in his hands and flopped unto a chair but Freeloader soon jumped to his feet to fill the breach: Freeloader Now, your special job, Hamilton, is to deliver some medals we have here for other good people like yourself. Pickles Said that old conniver, the man who treated his subordinates with contempt. Conk Wharr agat ferr doon? Freeloader What he saying, Pickles? Pickles If you want interpretation then you will have to employ an interpreter, though, from which country I could not hazard a guess Anyhow, I ' m not here anymore. I just left, I sort of felt a bit unwelcome Freeloader Of course you are welcome Mister Pickles. Didn ' t Marmaduke not just indicate so? Pickles Oh goody, goody. I do feel so honoured. Brudder Cut the smart cackle, Pickles. Freeloader That will be enough, Mister Brudder! Mister Pickles has been so helpful to our cause in the past. Brudder What? Like smacking Cretin ' s nose with a tomato? Belting Twaddle ' s ass with a dirty shaving mug? POCKETING twenty-five notes due to Sergeant Duncan Buttass? Freeloader Minor trivialities: mistaken identity, I have no doubt. Pickles
‘ Alright, alright, you have convinced me of your sincerity: My brother wishes to know what you will reward him with, in return for carrying out your orders,' I shouted in. I didn ' t really want the proceedings drawn to a close. Marmaduke Twaddle regained his composure and resumed the persuasion of my brother: Twaddle Hamilton, you can have anything you wish if you deliver these medals. Pickles
And he pulled out a little bag of ' Dodo Gongs '.