(Hadji is lying among the ruins of a scaffold that just fell apart around him)
Jonny: Hadj, we're going out on the roof! We'll catch you later!
Hadji: "Oh are you okay, Hadji!? Not hurt or anything my friend?" Oh no, Jonny, I am absolutely fine. Several iron pipes have played big noise from my neck upon my head, but fortunately I wear a turban.