 Chucked em overboard. Swallered em. Sowed em, to come up small salad. Done with their buttons!

Dont be cheeky, Jack, remonstrated the landlord, in a melancholy and pathetic way.

A Custom Us officer knows what to do with his Buttons, said the Jack, repeating the obnoxious word with the greatest contempt, when they comes betwixt him and his own light.