Aga Ben Dragore:
Now I will show you how we make coffee in the desert... by the native stars.
Kaney:
You don't make it yourself, do you?
Aga Ben Dragore:
No, of course not! A Circassian slave, lovely and thin, cooks it for us, kneeling. And if it is not to our liking...
Kaney:
I know! She is stripped to the waist and lashed for miles across the Sahara.
Aga Ben Dragore:
Where she is finally eaten by locusts. And rightly. Now; take this canister and do exactly as I tell you.
Kaney:
And if I fail?
Aga Ben Dragore:
The Yorkshire moors are just behind us!
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