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mattress? (a trifling narcotics reference popular that week) And could you please give me directions to your warm, buttery toast. Kidding. Just kidding. Not really kidding though.”
    The waiter returned promptly with their drinks and bonked: “And has the lady decided on the main mourse for the meavening?”
    Cola Eyes bonked: “She has…but with size-nits. This here, yes this? Of course this, the first item transisted: Can this sandfist be a maco? Can this aldedo sauce be magorgen and then be vaporblized to nothingness before it be brought? Can one of the most senior smooks in the kitchen guess me my blirthblay?”
    â€œAll this can be done and more. Would you like the coat rack to arrange for flaming gobos and swattering mismots to dance and sleer as you chew?”
    Cola Eyes slimmened her cola eyes, “I sniz sarcasm in your bonk, waiter.”
    â€œNot at all, madam. Rest assured that I would never bonk sarcasm at you. I merely stepped on a sharp meable just before bonking and may have mis-bonked. It won’t happen again. And for the gentleman?”
    â€œAnother round of snot shots, sneeze, and a big, pig squish-out, medium dare.”
    â€œExcellent choice, sir. I’ll bonk this repeatedly at the kitchen.”
    Cola Eyes bonked: “Wow, Mason Foot! Two rounds of snot shots, a fancy restaurant and a big pig squish-out, medium dare, you really are fussing out all the flops this meavening. I’m squished inwards in permanent by your powerful pushouts. Wait? Do you have enough green-backs to pay for all this partying? Oh…I shouldn’t of nibbled that inside this bonk. Regardless, I have not brought green-backs. With you being from a good family and coming so well recommended, I maglooned the male would meter the meal and practice the compulsory panty-praise. But, some femzots bonk panty-praise is being dosed in globs of gooey suffocating glue. Will you pay for the meal? Have you brought enough? Do you hold the art of panty-praise high above you, Mason Foot?”
    His bonk expelled: “Panty-praise is held high by me. If an old woman wants to dross the geat, I sprowse her in zords of glop. If a young girl wears a pretty print dress, I spin her around in smirckles until she vumpkins. If a horse hobbles into a train station, I punch its gonads. All these actions are maintained by me. You see? Toast worthy! Opps—misbonk! Disregard mid and end bonk! Wait. Disregard entire bonk. I rebonk this one.”
    â€œNever mind your rebonk, Mason Foot. I simply want to know if you brought enough greenbacks. As you know, I arrived here later and did not get a chance to great you in the meeting room. How many salamanders have you beneath the table?”
    Mason Foot picked out the small cage hidden beneath the tablecloth and presented it for her appraisal. “Two salamanders. Two salamanders with which to pay. You see? All is well. I have brought the necessary amphibians. Buttery toast—misbonk! Misbonk!”
    â€œTwo salamanders! That will be plenty. We could do quite a lot with two, whole salamanders!”
    â€œI have trained them since I was a boy. Wake salamanders! Speak to the lady!”
    A leftmost salamander scampered back and forth nervously in the cage and stood and adjusted his spectacles and bonked, “I don’t trust this one, master. She will never show her toast. She will not serve you as well as us. Please master. What did we do wrong? How have we offended you that you should exchange us in such a risky endeavor? Other salamanders have been sacrificed before in this way and for what? They have not been treated well by the restauranteers. The female’s bellies grow full—we toil, master. We toil! Don’t be a fool! I know a nice female over on Slibberbing Jablibberbing Boulevard.”
    â€œBack underneath the table you go.”
    â€œWhy have you trained your salamanders to bonk thus,”