Mr. Langford:
Poor devil, looks scared to death. What's he saying?
The Reverend Dr. Roberts:
Apparently, he's stolen something. A rifle. My rifle!
Mr. Harry Witzel:
Recognize him? One of your converts, isn't he?
The Reverend Dr. Roberts:
Yes.
Mr. Harry Witzel:
Yeah, well I never knew it to fail! That's what you get for pampering him. Giving him fair wages, instead of the whip. Stamping out famine and leprosy, swapping medical centers for witch doctors, bibles for voodoos. Well, maybe a dose of my medicine will be more effective than yours. Send him back to Sierra Leone, one year. Court's adjourned.
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