'Howaya, Da. I brought ya this leather jacket from Canada.'

After a small space the lights‥extinguish, and‥the Phasma having assumed a bodily shape or other false representation accompanies her.

Meg, rinnin like a flae in blanket, / Her coats upon a lang nail hanket, / That gart her coup the creels [i.e., fall head over heels] an' ſqueel, / Ah! Sirce, I'm gruppet by a de'il! / An' as ſhe near the threſhold lay, / Wae's me! ſhe near hand ſwarf'd away!

My horoscopes I read last week were surprisingly accurate.