"You bet your life!" Al shouted. "Boy, this kid's got coconuts..." he muttered under his breath.
"Look, this is degrading to Becky, don't you think we should all talk to *her* first???" Lori asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, good idea..." Sam nodded, giving Al a "let me handle it" look.
Al glowered at Sam, punching buttons furiously on the handlink, which was making uncooperative noises.
"Look, Ziggy isn't saying so, but I'm *positive* that you're here to stop *this*?"
"And, if I'm not?"
"If you're not *what*, Merton?" Tommy asked, nonplussed.
"Uh... sorry, just thinking aloud..." Sam blushed.
Al went into another string of Italian curses...
"Look, this is degrading to Becky, don't you think we should all talk to *her* first???" Lori asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, good idea..." Sam nodded, giving Al a "let me handle it" look.
Al glowered at Sam, punching buttons furiously on the handlink, which was making uncooperative noises.
"Look, Ziggy isn't saying so, but I'm *positive* that you're here to stop *this*?"
"And, if I'm not?"
"If you're not *what*, Merton?" Tommy asked, nonplussed.
"Uh... sorry, just thinking aloud..." Sam blushed.
Al went into another string of Italian curses...
