The Fijian politely ignored the New Zealander, who, nevertheless started up a conversation.
The New Zealander snapped his gum and said, "You Fijian folks eat the whole bread?"
The Fijian frowned, annoyed with being bothered during his breakfast, and replied, "Of course."
The New Zealander blew a huge bubble.
"We don't. In New Zealand, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect, recycle them, and transform them into croissants and sell them to Fiji."
The New Zealander had a smirk on his face.
The Fijian listened in silence.
The New Zealander persisted.
"D'ya eat jam with the bread?"
Sighing the Fijian replied, "Of course."
Cracking his gum between his teeth, the Kiwi said, "We don't. In New Zealand, we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam and sell them to Fiji."
The Fijian then asked, "Do you have sex in New Zealand?"
The New Zealander smiled and said, "Why of course we do."
The Fijian leaned closer to him and asked, "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"
"We throw them away, of course." says the New Zealander.
Now it was the Fijian's turn to smile.
"We don't. In Fiji, we recycle them, we put them in a container, melt them down into chewing gum and sell them to New Zealand. Why do you think it's called Wrigleys?"
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