Sad eyes staring straight ahead, Abe droned on...

“There were tits for tats, and whacks on rats, and spits for spats, IOUs and you own, me use. And unrequited overtures, misunderstandings gussied up with flimsy language to be documented and waved before ashen, aggrieved, and insulated faces.”

“Daddu, pweese! I only wants the regular stories!”