His grandson looked up, perplexed, spit a wad in the rusting Folgers can on the floor, "Wut?"

"Them Mongols, ah remember them well, always moved in hordes, took over the lands, done killed a bunch of them over yonder in the Chinaland," he set the black pieces in place as his grandson looked at him with a slack jaw. "Close yer mouth, boy, you always looked foolish like that."

"Wut in tarnation are you talkin' about? Monkey whores? Wut?"

"Boy, don't you listen, ah'm talkin' about them mongols that took over the Chinaland, killed a buncha people they did."