gappy
Tuesday 28th June 2016 6:02pm
Oxford
2,703 posts
ARAB: [Do the voice - it's integral, and it's not racist, so just do it] My friend, you appear troubled.
CLIVE: [Posh 1920s type] Quite so, my man. Yesterday I procured this petrified scorpion's tail from a trader on this very spot. Today, on wishing to discuss my purchase with the man, I find his business...[Mysterious] is no longer here!!
ARAB: Market is on Wednesdays only.
CLIVE: Oh, right. He won't be back till next week, then?
ARAB: That's right, effendi. Sometimes the farmers sell their cheese on a Monday. But this is not cheese.
CLIVE: No. By Jupiter, I wish I could find that infernal trader! I wish to speak to him urgently.
ARAB: Aha, is your scorpion's tail, perhaps, curs-ed?
CLIVE: No. I just wanted to say that it is the best petrified scorpion's tail I've ever had. I wanted to see if I could get one for my cousin.
ARAB: They do do good scorpion tails here. It is in the guide book and everything.
CLIVE: Yes. Also, he sold me a bag of stuffed camel phalluses, which were excellent value.
ARAB: Always a good price, my friend. Always.
VOICEOVER: [English, and in a local radio ad style] For unbeatable value, and award-winning local cheese, come to Baghdad market, every Wednesday, from eight AM. Get there quickly, before those camel cocks [Cheap reverb effect] sell out! [Really quickly, low] Cheese only available on Mondays. Some items may carry the curse of King Neppumuk. [Reverby and shouted] Camel's cocks!