SUBJECT: Words to make it end
Words to end all forward pursuit and wreck the mood.
Wife: Sooo, you want to, you know, mess around?
Husband: Sure... why not [Voice dwindling in volume followed by an under-the-breath sigh]
Wife: [Slowly invading Husband's personal space]
Husband: Who Runs Barter Town... Say it!!
Husband: [Slower now with more inflection] Say it!!
Wife: OK, I am done... A vision of an old midget perched atop a retarded Goliath, standing knee high in a pig shit factory is not exactly doing it for me. [Wife visually disturbed and backing away slowly out of Husbands personal space]
Husband: [Falls back asleep with a grin, dreaming. God Bless Mad Maxx]
This is a true story.