...for approximately nine months."
Sheldon: Nine months? My God, that really must have been something.
Vince: Sheldon, it was unbelievable. I saw things...They have tsetse flies down there the size of eagles. Really.
In the evening, I would stand in front of my hut and watch in horror as these giant flies would pick children off the ground and carry them away.
Oh, it was an incredible sight. Peasants screaming...chasing these flies down the road, waving brooms. You can imagine the pathetic quality of this. Waving these crudely fashioned brooms at these enormous flies...
...as they carried their children off to almost certain death.
Sheldon: Oh, my, that is just the most horrible thing. You're sure these are flies you're talking about?
Vince: Flies. Natives had a name for them. "José Grecos de Muertos."
"Flamenco dancers of death."
The enormous flies flapping slowly away into the sunset. Small brown babies clutched in their beaks.
Sheldon: Beaks? Flies with beaks?
Vince: A sight I'll never forget. I was stunned. Appalled.
Sheldon: What did you do?
Vince: What did I do?
Sheldon: As a consultant, what did you do about the flies?
Vince: Sadly, there is very little you can do because of the tremendous red tape in the bush.
Sheldon: There's red tape in the bush?
Vince: Enormous red tape, Sheldon. These flies, for example. They're protected against pilferage under the provisions of the Guacamole Act of 1937.