"Okay, now *that's* what I'm talking about," he blurted. "No way I actually bought that...monstrosity! I mean it!" he insisted as his partner looked skeptically back at him. "That has to be someone's idea of a bad joke! I don't care if you're about to tell me I was some kind of kitsch freak in a previous life or...or I spent all my free time at conventions for junk fanatics...you are *never* gonna persuade me that I actually walked into a store and put down good cash for that...that...*thing*!"
Sara
Death: Easy, Bill. You'll give yourself a heart attack and ruin my vacation.
