[…] Coupla bastards come the raw prawn over me on the last lap up from Melbourne and I done me last bob at Swy.

The moment they were unleashed the dogs reached the Hindu graveyard in quick time, and then reached the abandoned hockey playground, now a dustbowl, and from there they ran straight to Pandi's thatched hut and circled it twice.

Wow, your new man is much more of a looker than your last one!

And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess.