"De Portugee all fools. Pah!" he cried in disgust.
"Now," he added, "I ver goot man. I not cheatee you. I come back plenty twick (quick). Bling de answer all same too. But take care."
"Care of what?"
"Ob you' dam troats. Dese savage tink you come flom 'eaben (heaven). I tell 'em, dis quite tlue. S'pose dey not b'lieve, den dey kill and eat you."
"Hah! Cannibals, are they? How very comforting!"
"Eberyone cannibals heah. De dog, dey tink, am de debbil. Again I say to Slaleema, all tlue."
"Well, Carrambo, perhaps you are a much more honest fellow than you look. And you don't look a saint."
"All beesiness, sah. You gib me one gun and plenty 'munition, den I selve (serve) you. S'pose a Portugee say I gib you tree gun, cut all der troats; I cut all your troats plenty much quick, and King Slaleema he gobble you up foh tlue."
"You're an honest, faithful fellow, Carrambo," said Duncan sarcastically.
"Beesiness, sah, beesiness," replied the prime minister. "Wot dis wo'ld be widout beesiness, tell me dat?"