“Peggy, Peggy! Get in here! I have an idea!”
“Ugh, Stan. Is this like your last idea? Sandwiches for birds? That was a folly.”
“NO. Although I still think that could work. This is for the Lottie Moss shirt we’ve been trying to crack for weeks.”
“You know that’s uncrackable. A shirt is a shirt is a shirt. There’s no way around it. She’s just going to have to wear a regular shirt like a person in the world.”
“Not if she wears this.”
“Is that…?”
“A totally normal leather tank top inexplicably enlivened by random underboob? Yeah, yes. It is.”
“Oh, Stan. You shouldn’t have.”
