Chapter Six: Greed
"What the flipping hell is this shit?" Murdoc nagged his fork on the table which startled Noodle.
"It's pasta. Now stuff your hole or I'll stuff up the other one."
"Well where can I find some more?"
"Buy some," 2d suggested at the sink.
"Shut up, crotch-lips," Murfdoc muttered and kicked his feet onto the table. Noodle nearly turned green and punched him in the toe. "Ow, girl, that's my cornea."
"Dude, et your facts straight," 2d said and snickered.
"Get your pants straight. You wear shorts so tiny that a girl would grow if they breathed."
"Cotton does breathe."
"Good, now go to Dublin and buy yourself another pair of pants. By the way, I could use some chlorine."
"We don't have a poo."
"The bloody uy one you selfish rich, scodfish!"
