Knock! Knock!

- Knock! Knock!

# Who's there?

- Broken pencil.

# Broken pencil who?

- Never mind. It's pointless.

# Why in English, Sir?

- Why not?

# This is not your mother tongue, I presume.

- And this is my fatherland neither. But I

keep repeating myself.

# Do you, Sir?

- I don't have my mother's tongue. And I

certainly don't have my father's eyes. Not in a

box. At least not in a fridge nor a freezer.

# That's kind of disturbing, if you want my

opinion, Sir.

- I got hit by a bus – an English one, red,

double-decker – when I was just a very little

beaver. And now every now and then and

from time to time I turn into an English

speaking and writing were-bus. But you can

call me Bromford. Bromford Bibble.

# Is that your real name, Sir?

- Who knows? You can call me "Deatheater"

if you like.

# "Death eater" like in JK Rowling's and

Lord Voldemort's death eaters?

- If you like. Although they are named after

the beefeaters.

# So you are Guard of the Tower of London

and Her Majesty's Royal Palace, Sir?

- Never said that. And let's come back to

"Deatheater". Sometimes I feel like an

invention of a guy who uses or used to use

that nickname in a chat. And it had something

to do with Harry and Potter.

# But where are you, Bromford Bibble?

- Who knows.

And shut up! I'm not inside your bar anymore.

# I'm your bartender not a plot device, Sir!