A frowsy dratchell meets a drab fustilugs in Fosdyke Drive.
— I could just as well be a feather duster.
— Yes, and I could just as well be a dried fig.
— We’d be better off on Delmar’s Freeway, where the morning sun caresses and soothes the harried hag.
— Not just the harried hag, but the bespattered beldam too.
— Tell you what: you be a frowsy fustilugs and I’ll be a drab dratchell. Then we could head over to Fermor’s Fields, or even the Dreyfuss District.
— Or…. you be a harried hag and I’ll be a bespattered beldam. Then we could trip the light fantastic either at Holden Hall or in Busby’s Boulevard.
— Oh, the horror of choice!
— Tell you what: we’ll have a word with Catweazle. He needs all the help he can get today.