*****************Jungle clearing, near Miri, June 30, 1943(c)**************
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: Look, Yossarian, don't speak to the Rajah unless you are spoken to.
Hirsute man: How do I adress him, "Your Rajah"?
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: Just say "Your Majesty" you crazy SOB.
Hirsute man: What if he doesn't speak English?
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: He will. OK?
Hirsute man: How can you be so sure?
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: Just trust me.
Hirsute man: That's what you always say.
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: And, your point is?
Hirsute man: Well, one time you put recapped tires on my P-40
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: I did no such thing.
Hirsute man: Yes you did. I think is was WWII(b).
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: Yossarian, you are the craziest SOB I ever met.
Hirsute man: You say that all the time, too.
<A man in jungle fatigues and a presposterous gold sash enters the clearing with a large retinue and begins to approach the two men>
Attendant: I PRESENT THE RAJAH OF SARAWAK!
Hirsute man: <whispering to MM> Santa Maria! HE'S WHITE! THE GODDAMNED RAJAH OF SARAWAK IS WHITER THAN ME!
Man in in fine linen slacks and pith helemt: <Whispering with fake smile> Shut up you stupid SOB!