Yay further indignities

Awe, shoot, mah lil bumpkins, I'ma sittin' at home, wonderin where all that magical goop from mah throat went to. Ah reckon that sumabitch deluin's a-stollen it from me, on account-a he could'na talk and now I ain't talkin' neither. But I ain't puttin' the blame on him.

I 'spect the tea Maw got to me'll be workin' real well for that, sho nuff. I'll be happier'na pig in sheeiit if ah can git to a-talkin' by tunight.

I reckon I'ma goin' to see that there moo-vee ever'body's talkin bout in a couple days. The one with them fancy boys and them purdy coloured pills...

If'n any of y'all'd like to come on down t'mah place, I recon you gotta be good at playin' sharades. Ain't even gonna open mah mouth, so I dun get no germs on ya.