—My tongue is getting paralyzed. I'll cry. (Cries)
—My whole body is coming out. I'll soon be turned inside out, and then I'll be all red.
—Listen, listen. Ho! Somebody! A monster is going for me. He's raising his hand. Help! Ho!
—What is it? Help! A spider!
—Help!
[For some time they shout "Help!" hoarsely.
—We are all drunkards. Let's call down all the people from above.
It's so disgusting up there.
—No, don't. When I leave here and go out on the street, it rampages and tears about like a wild beast and soon throws me off my, feet.
—We've all come here. We drink rum and it gives us joy.
—It gives us fright. I shiver the whole day from fright.