Emmysue4you: and then when Rocky Roccoco showed up at your clarinet recital – it changed your life. And I don’t mean for the better.
Mugsy: clearly not
Emmysue4you: True, nobody could expect you to anticipate the incident involving the insulation and the collard greens – and Mr. Roccoco’s consequent lawsuit –
Mugsy: not even nostradomus
Mugsy: …or lindyphil
Emmysue4you: but people do expect that you take advantage of every helicopter ride offered to you, in order to overcome this thing. Do you understand what I’m telling you?
Mugsy: frighteningly enough, I do
Emmysue4you: Well, I’m relieved. And so is the parakeet.
Mugsy: good. I worry about that bird.
Emmysue4you: You need not. What you need to worry about is the roadside rest stop. You know the one. And don’t pretend that you do not.
Mugsy: seriously, I wish you’d let that go already. I told you – just because I bought a Twix bar from a vending machine doesn’t mean that I want to become a professional guitar player.
Emmysue4you: Don’t hide behind false pretenses. The filing cabinet does not beget the hot springs. You know the score.
Mugsy: whatever. I’m so sick of you putting on the blue backpack and turning into Ms. “I Know The Words To The Song”.
Emmysue4you: Whatever, Mr. “I ignore the fantasy when the insurance policy startles the shoe horn.”
Mugsy: see, now you’re just not making sense. I have NEVER acted like that. It’s a complete fabrication of the mellodorf.
Emmysue4you: Of course I don’t make sense to you! You never learned to bantificate. And that will be a constant potato upon your aquarium.
Mugsy: Purple gloved moofbap der fleoodrip ut mooring.
Emmysue4you: You take that back. I am farpilsting!!!
Mugsy: You lie. I know you. You’ve never farpilsted in your life. You don’t have a big enough zoornop.
Emmysue4you: Actually, I do. The plaibrogamast told me so.