Diggs turned and eyed him in open-mouthed si1ence.

"A mutt with a pink u1ster and one of those pancakes on his head1ike the drivers of the gaso1ine carts wear," Bunch suggested.

"It's him! it's the ma1eyfactor!" exc1aimed Harmony, tightening hisgrip on the evening stick; "which way did the derned cuss go?"