Will: Fancy a game of ‘Cabbage, Pagoda, Scissors’, Ben?
Ben: Shouldn’st that be ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’, Will?
Will: That game is so of yesterday, Ben. The game of this moment, here now, is ‘Cabbage, Pagoda, Scissors’.
Ben: So, how does it work, Will?
Will: Well, Pagoda blunts Scissors; Scissors cut Cabbage; Pagoda flattens Cabbage.
Ben: And ‘Cabbage’?
Will: ‘Cabbage’ durst not doest anything, Ben. Nobody ever chooseth ‘Cabbage’.
Will: Not unless they really liketh Cabbages, Ben.
Ben: Okay, Will – I get that. Let us play on!
Will: Let us do so, my friend.
They shake their clenched fists
And on it went.