Actually, the main problem in intercultural relations hereabouts is sherbet bloody limes. The guy up the road, he's a preacher of some sort at the local mosque, goes around handing out sweets every time he gets another grandkid, three in the last year. And it's always sherbet bloody limes, but it'd be like a kicking a puppy to refuse the damned thing while the old boy's obviously so happy. Who the hell came up with sherbet limes anyway? How big *is* the market for sweets that taste like a cocktail of vomit and battery acid?