george-a, you're back home!, page-58

re: good morning, typsi! And how does little bugger Lyzie feel this morning? Sore head? Bruised ego? What did you see when you looked into the mirror this morning? Spent the night on the couch, did you? You WERE naughty though, weren't you? Oh, the abuse! The dreadful language! My ears are stil... laughing! Talk about metalstorm! It's got nothing on you, boy! Boom! And a thousand insults are all spewed out at once! Lovely stuff.
Ok, ok, I won't go on... unless you do, in which case... we give nor take quarters!