Bin tinking more, Mikal, bin tinking, tink dis: you me got de connection trew dat Marie, Queen of Scots, no? Ain't de French and de Scots always got de same esprit? Whair de 'ell your Charlie goin' eh, when de 'ole thing die? La France. But it all bitched some'ow: like we was cookin' a porridge omelette, I 'tink. "Hon, hon, hoiho vraiment, Cadet Rouselle a seize enfants!!" Bring on de British!!!