"Ere, what's this pirate tryin' to push on yer?" Isi asked the resident vet loudly and pointedly, "Bet he tole ya that from old Earth. Bet if 'n' ya turn it over you will be able ta clap mincers on were he sanded off the 'Made on Shadow' mark. They were big inta that crap before the big punchup." Isi gave the man a shrewd and canny look, "Be a cull and auntie nell eh? Streaky ere isn't savvy,  she don't bona the lingo. You screech pretty to her though, cos she's with me. My palone-omi, the dona with the most ponce gams. A right fruit. You try to take more measures than ya due I will ken of it. Right?"