"Moping." A British black woman reported on an "unknown origin" of birthplace. 

     "Admonished," I glanced up from writing and told an advisor.  

     And had found another two to co-miserate with; and now the two of them were acting like Beavis and Butthead.  One spit a pebble at a skillet and it dinged as the advisor motioned for them to be brought out of a (i)time out(i).  "Over here Davey Crockett. Please." The advisor still had a trace of accent.

  "Tree frog," a thickly accented but not identifiable accent snapped as she whapped an iron skillet on logs rolled into a pyramid. A man in a flannel shirt and dark blue jeans slammed an axe into the log beside the skillet.