The Major:
You'd never think it, would you?
Bartender:
Think what, sir?
The Major:
Well, they... They all seem to have contracted the dreadful affliction.
Bartender:
What affliction, sir?
The Major:
Spondulicks. Oh, a most pernicious disease. The natives used to get in in their bazaars.
Bartender:
A very nasty place to get it, sir.
The Major:
The worst, yes. They used to go mad and bite dogs. We had to shoot them.
Bartender:
Really?
The Major:
Yes. Sometimes we had to shoot the dogs, as well.
Bartender:
Were they mad?
The Major:
Well, they weren't very pleased about it, you know.
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