Ajar: Pardon me, sir, you wouldn't have come across a camelcade, by any chance?
[Long pause, then the sandfish swallows the small branch he was carrying in his mouth]
Sandfish: You mean a camelcade heading toward Souksoukville with men, one of whom traveled with two hampers, from which a green snake was dangling, attempting to escape?
Ajar: Yes! Yes, that's it!
Sandfish: Hmm... Nah, doesn't ring a bell.
Ajar: What? How is that possible? Which way is Soukso- whatever its name is?
[the sandfish grumbles]
Ajar: I'm sorry. You were mentioning a certain city, I believe?
Sandfish: Souksoukville? A little city from the 15th century protected by eighteen-foot fortifications with a network of streets that's been classified as UNESCO'S...
Ajar: Yes, yes! Where is it?
Sandfish: Nah, never heard of it.