De king aks um say, ‘Me fren, how ya happen fa come eenside yah wen ya ain weah de cloes dat ya oughta weah ta de marry feas?’ De man ain got nottin fa say.
Man, who ya tink ya da? Ya kin taak back ta God? Fa sho, a plain clay pot ain gwine grumble ta de one wa mek um, aks um say, “Hoccome ya mek me like dis?”