Talent does not understand such a process; it is mechanical, unvarying, chop-chop, day in and day out.

Chop-chop means "very fast;" maskee, "don't mind;" Topside Galah, "Excelsior, hurrah!"

Chop-chop—as the good yellow man might be tempted to say if he came upon this specimen of white wisdom.

When a cooly is sent on an errand requiring haste, he is told to go 'chop-chop.'