As an answer, please consider this short story:
The dead code Collector: Bring out yer dead code.
Man with dead code : Here's one.
The dead code Collector: That'll be ninepence.
The dead code: I'm not dead code.
The dead code Collector: What?
Man with dead code : Nothing. There's your ninepence.
The dead code: I'm not dead code.
The dead code Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead code.
Man with dead code : Yes he is.
The dead code: I'm not.
The dead code Collector: He isn't.
Man with dead code : Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
The dead code: I'm getting better.
Man with dead code : No you're not, you'll be stone dead code in a moment.
The dead code Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
The dead code: I don't want to go on the cart.
Man with dead code : Oh, don't be such a baby.
The dead code Collector: I can't take him.
The dead code: I feel fine.
Man with dead code : Oh, do me a favor.
The dead code Collector: I can't.
Man with dead code : Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
The dead code Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Man with dead code : Well, when's your next round?
The dead code Collector: Thursday.
The dead code: I think I'll go for a walk.
Man with dead code : You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
The dead code: I feel happy. I feel happy.
[the dead code Collector glances up and down the street furtively, then silences the dead code with his a whack of his Ctrl-X]
Man with dead code : Ah, thank you very much.