Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown flat to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Samoan
led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong
hanging on the wall.
'What's that big brass gong for ?' one of the friend's asked.
'Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking Maori clock' he drunkenly
'A talking Maori clock - seriously ?' 'Yup.' 'Hmmm (hic).' 'How's
it work ?' the second friend asked, squinting at it.
'Just watch' he said. He picked up a hammer, gave the gong
an 'ear-shattering bash' and stepped back.
His three mates stood looking at one another for a moment
in astounded silence.
Suddenly, a Maori voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For f*#k's sake, you stupid coconut . It's ten past three in the