Dey

Dey is over.

[…] the reigning Dey of Algiers (half of whose twenty-eight predecessors are said to have met violent ends) lost his temper with the French consul, struck him in the face with a fly-whisk, and called him ‘a wicked, faithless, idol-worshipping rascal’.

“Boy, is horrors over dey, for so,” he said, obviously excited and anxious to be the bearer of extraordinary news. “Wat happen, somebody dead?”

Dey! Did you press the lift button? What? You have pressed the button for the tenth time?

Dei, you think what, President’s Star Charity ah?

If a player makes a silly mistake, he doesn’t wail when told to “wake up lah, dey”.