This is best read out loud. Beware, you'll be talking daft for a while afterwards. The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room service at a hotel in Asia.
Room Service (RS): Morny. Ruin sorbees.
Guest (G): Sorry, I thought I dialed room service.
RS: Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Jewish to odor sunteen?
G: Uh..yes..This is Room 944. I'd like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow July den?
RS: Ow July den?...pry, boy, perch?
G: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.
RS: Ow July dee baychem...crease?
G: Crisp will be fine.
RS: Hokay. An son toes?
RS: San toes. July son toes?
G: I don't think so.
RS: No? Judo won toes?
G: I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what "judo won toes" means.
RS: Toes! Toes!...why judo won toes? Ow bow toss mopping we bother?
G: Toasted english muffin! I've got it! You were saying "toast." Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine.
RS: We bother?
G: No..just put the bother on the side.
G: I mean butter...just put it on the side.
RS: Copy! July son copy? Son tea? Son mill?
G: Yes. Coffee please, and that's all.
RS: Wan minnie. Hokay...ass ruin nine porty pore, strangle ache, crease baychem, toss singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye?
G: Whatever you say.
G: You're welcome.