A man is lurching through the desert.
He's delirious, and hasn't had food or water in days. He comes across a row of tents in the middle of nowhere, that seems to be a market of some kind. He staggers up to one and says to the man behing the counter 'Thank god! Do you have any water?'. The man says 'No, sorry sir. I sell custard, the man next door sells jelly, another stall sells sponge, and the last sells cream.'
'Well' says the dying man, 'what an odd market!'
'Yes', says the stall keeper 'It is a trifle bazaar'.
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'Well' says the dying man, 'what an odd market!'
'Yes', says the stall keeper 'It is a trifle bazaar'.