A professor drove into a petrol station in his sleek state of the art range rover sports to buy fuel.
Professor: Guy abeg, give me full tank.
Fuel Attendant: Sir, I don’t speak pidgin. I only speak English.
Professor: Ok! Good morning. I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the propelling of my motorized automobile. Therefore I cordially request you to transfer from your subterranean reservoir a sufficient quantity of the
combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the said means of perambulation to the brim.
Fuel Attendant: Oga na play I dey play o, how much fuel you wan?