Rum work over the eggs and b.

My hotel breakfast this morning was the scene of a very strange dialogue, when the Waiter of South-East Asian Appearance shot across bearing two thermos jugs. It went like this:

WOSEAA: "Goomoning. Teacoffee?"

Cuirthe: "Thank you - tea, please"

WOSEAA (after brief pouring attempt): "Aah. Is penis."

Cuirthe: "?"

WOSEAA: "Penis. Is empty. I get full one."

And away he buzzed, leaving me understandably nervous as to what might confront me on his return. Fortunately, in the intervening moments, I guessed that his native language was most probably Pilipino, applied the necessary accent filter, and worked out that he had simply been telling me that the tea was... finished.