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Overheard today (during a heated game of "Xander and Duma"):

Me (hearing the backdoor creak):  "John, where are you going?"

John: "Me not John, me Duma!"

Me:  "Duma, where are you going?"

John/Duma:  "me a cheetah, me can't talk!" (this said in a semi-contemptuous voice, as if my failure to put two and two together was definitely dissapointing)

Me:  "oh......"