“Good heavens, Mr. Farley, is that the end of someone’s nose I see down there?”
Regrettably, Professor DeWitt’s boasting fell on too many jealous ears, and that night, as he stumbled from the bar, he was etherized by an unknown assailant and “relieved” of his trophy.
Fast-food farms
“You idiot! … Twenty bucks for a smoke alarm and we don’t even know what the stuff is!”
“Listen out there! We’re George and Harriet Miller! We just dropped in on the pigs for coffee! We’re coming out! … We don’t want trouble!”
“Listen—just take one of our brochures and see what we’re all about. … In the meantime, you may wish to ask yourself, ‘Am I a happy cow?’”
“I’ve got it, too, Omar … a strange feeling like we’ve just been going in circles.”
“Lunch is ready, Lawrence, and … what? You’re still a fly?”
