The common room
"'Ad a friend once, spoke a little Sahudese. 'E was native to the city, upper middle class, aye? More coin than sense. Ob-sessed wif Sahudese culture. Dressed in Sahudese clothes, exlusively watched Sahudese plays, read them little Sahudese picture-books." Quint laughed. "Guy was so pathetic he'd pepper his speech wif random Sahudese phrases for no reason. And it was all because he was inna them little picture-books, more'n anything else. Sad, really. Learned the hard way that them books was a poor representation of the Sahud people, and that strangers don't appreciate being accosted and jabbered about children's media in a terribly accented version of their own language."
He kept walking. "Bit racist too, now tha' I fink about it."