Excellent.
I was training in Davenport 20 years ago, and we were milling around the shop at the end of the day, planning the evening activities. Most of us sounded the same, despite being from different sides of the border. That's when one gentleman (from the deep South) looked at us with a puzzled expression and said "Y'all don't sound different for furriners!"
I never had to try so hard to keep from laughing.