"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...