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WANG: Approaches the prayer box; to the Sacristan. Roll those camel-dung balls quicker, you trash! Close to the prayer box. Is the honorable soldier still asleep?

JIP: inside. Shall we be de-training soon, Jesse? This truck is shaking so dreadfully, and it’s as cramped as a water closet.

WANG: Honourable soldier, you must not imagine that you are in a railway truck. If anything is shaking, it is the beer in your honourable head.

JIP: Nonsense. Who’s that singing in the gramophone? Can’t it stop?

WANG: Come on out, honourable soldier, eat a piece of meat from a cow.

JIP: Is it all right for me to have a piece of meat, Polly? He pounds on the sides of the prayer box.

WANG: running to the rear. Quiet, you wretches! The god you can hear knocking on the walls of the holy prayer box is