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?