"What KIND of Bird?" "Uh, Bossa Nova Bird!"

Crash: Suchlike that I spawned electro-gelatinous restraint systems of the
penultimate maxitude at the peak of the summit beyond the edge of the
verge of the brink.

Jimmy: Dammie! X-ray vision of the pencil-ultimate minimitude.

Crash: Whoa-uh, the moon-standing mechanical signal unit blasts have apparently reached Earth. Look, here they are.

Jimmy: Whose parents? Whooie, now. Ptero-oblongospheric mud targets are
appearing in rectilinear fashion around the barroom.

Crash: Becausing from that I cut loose with barmaid-indulgent sonic beer enticers

Barmaid appears, setting down beers below her extreme physique.

Jimmy: Listen here: Becausing from that I say the same thing all the time doesn’t
mean there isn’t a void where my head used to be.

Barmaid: (Meaning to speak, but no syllables erupt)

Crash: Aw yeah, now, Mr Jimmy, panophonic timbale resurrection and mirth

Jimmy: Suchlike that I Toy Boats of crimson hues, sailing from I forget where.

Barmaid: I’ve heard worse. I think.

Crash: (ignoring, barmaid talk) Caledonia, if I ain’t mistook.

Jimmy: Me say: naturalized flying prismatic crystal pre-figurines appear in the
mist.

Crash: Key-rist now!

Jimmy: Aw yeah, now. Noise-wallowing pilgrim monsters have brought in this
sort of angry bullnose.

To barmaid: Are you free for a date between rounds?

Barmaid: A date between rounds? Maybe.

Jimmy: Me too.

Barmaid: What kind of date?

Jimmy: A friendly date involving me and you and a back room somewhere.

(HIATUS IN MANUSCRIPT)

Crash: Was I mistaken or was she configured as the ultimate barmaid.

Jimmy: PENultimate. I get no bruises with such a barmaid as this. Toy Boat. Toy
Boat Toy Boat.

Crash: Shiver me timbers, as it were. All hands aboard, Captain. Lower the boom.