“Good heavens, Knipe! What’s this!” Mr. Bohlen’s thin purple fish-lip was moving slightly as it mouthed the words, his cheeks were beginning slowly to inflate.“But look here, Knipe! This is outrageous!”
“I must say it’s a bit fruity, sir.”
“Fruity! It’s perfectly revolting! I can’t possibly put my name to it!”
“Quite right, sir. Quite right.”
“Knipe! Is this some nasty trick you’ve been playing on me?”
“Oh no, sir! No!”
“It certainly looks like it.”
“You don’t think, Mr. Bohlen, that you mightn’t have been pressing a little hard on the passion-control pedals, do you?”
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— Roald Dahl, The Great Automatic Grammatisator.