"Was there an eclipse?"
"I don't remember. Yesterday, maybe?"
"No, tonight, the moon, it's all muckibus."
"Nay, sentimental it is not, dark it is."
"So, that's an eclipse?"
"Are you going to drink that?"
"Nay, nay, ye can have it. Nothing but spit and froth."
"I've had worse. Muckibus worse."
"Aye, sentimental."
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