Usurping the lead, Sheila swooped first out of the lot, her friend frantically fitting the belt. But within Long Island three traffic lights she fell fast behind hard driven Abe who kept her blocked until, finally, she seemed to relent.

"Who's the best singer you know?"

"You aren’t, Nunco Stashu."

Damp Abe groaned and farted in an attempt at preemptive harmony.

"Just let 'em have it, Stanoodu."

"That's Stanudo Croonruso to you, Simp. Anywho:

My rhino it seems had fractured her schemes

by spreading the legs of his snot girl

Her name was Red Lil, and she called herself Bill

but everyone knew her as Nigel."