Abdul (blushing furiously): "Ah, nothing Achmed. I cannot understand how these pictures of San Francisco strippers, micturating goats, and fecund camels has been placed on my screen you see here. I shall call technical support."
Achmed: "You know we throw pickle smoochers from the tops of buildings, Abdul?"
Abdul (sweating): "It was hacked, I swear it. It must have been that infidel group Anonymous, inshallah. Yes yes, that is the ticket."
Ee-gad, what diction!