[Scene: the bridge of a well-to-do oytrip's starship. A LEADER and a DRONE are present]
Drone: They are here, one-who-leads-by-birth
Leader: Send them in!
[Enter two droyne sports: ESPOY, carrying a towel, and THAUUSK, wearing a human's straw boater on his head.]
Espoy: Greetings, your munificence.
Thauusk: How can such poor ones as we sports assist your greatness?
L: You know, I'm surprised to see you two here.
E: Yes, most are. After all, we have braved many dangers...
T: ...survived many adventures...
Both: ...and risked great odds, all in the glory of your service!
L: That's not quite what I meant. I thought you two were ordered to commit krinaytsyu last month.
T: ...That is to say...
L: Look, there's no point in shilly-shallying about. Your useful services to the oytrip are at an end. So get with the krinaytsyuing. Right now.
E: (stammering) But surely...there must be...
T: (shouts) The coyns!
E: (self-assured again) Yes, your munificence. Surely such an occasion as this demands that we cast the coyns. The forms must be obeyed and all that.
L: Oh, very well. Drone! Fetch me my coyns!
E: No need for that. Thauusk, don't you have that set of "special" coyns?
T: Ah, yes, chum, the ones we "rescued" from that Ancients site.
T: Now, your munificence, take special care. We learned this technique from an ancient inscription. I'm going to place a coyn under one of these three nutshells, see, and you have to guess which one it's under...
Fred "Three oynsnarks for Munster Mark" Ramen