"That's right," declared nebbie, groaning and rubbing his fat side dolefully.
Now, by the toga of Samson—by the way, nebbie, did Samson wear a toga?
"Churl is all right," mumbled nebbie, without opening his eyes.
He punched the fat man so severely that nebbie gave a roar of pain before he answered.
At once the fat nebbie rolled out of his low seat and stood up, yawning and stretching out his arms.