• Nye opened the portal to his accommodations, wincing as the frigid autumn air plowed into his enthusiastic body. He began to trill in a philosophical manner, when all of a sudden his insufficient pal Tom smote him ardently on the vertebral column. “Oh my good golly gosh! That wasn’t supremely gratifying, my main man.” Nye professed humanely. “You are under an obligation to eat humble pie.” Tom scrutinized his compadre. “To what? I am disheartened to broach the keynote that I don’t wholly get the gist of this incident.” Nye, without notice, turned on the waterworks. Tom endeavored to terminate the nettlesome squalls of this kindred spirit. He kissed Nye’s rufous tresses with a squirrelly paw. When that venture for solace met with disaster, Tom could determine no other modus operandi than to furthermore wallop his chum on the rachis. Without further ado, Nye’s buddy-buddy neighbor Angela promenaded from the depths of her dwelling, taking notice of Tom’s pugnacious triumph. “Sweet mother---Jesus! That there is an illustration of indecent assault. Abstain from that barbarity, pronto!” Nye upthrust his noggin, uncloaking his saline, saturated mug to the damsel. “Oh dearie! Vamoose, you malefactor, this minute, before I enlighten the fuzz as to what you have accomplished.”
    Tom did not oblige. Posthaste, the coppers rolled in, lugging with them the adolescent heretic, to, until hell freezes over, destroy his in times past spick-and-span rap sheet.
    Nye got a load of this condition and sent his homeboy off with a smug leer.