"Whoops! home never was like this!"
"Is him tired?"
"Dead."
"Smoke?"
"Yep."
"There."
"Ah!"
"Now him all comfy and I go fix poor tired bad boy him din-din."
More native than mother-tongue is Mother's tongue. Whom women love they would first destroy with gibberish. To Mr. Michelson's linguistic credit, however, he shifted in his chair in unease.
"What did you say?"