"Stop" Carl said to Frudder.
"For why?" Frudder asked?
"You're going in too hard, you gotta stick it in slow." Carl repeated for the third time.
"I'm sorry." said Frudder.
"Gadzooks" said Dispencer. "What are ye doin?"
"We are making toast!" Said Carl and Frudder at the same time, in the same voice.
"I am sorry." Said Dispencer.
He leaves.
They start making love.
Not buttery toasty love.
But buttery butt love.
Fin.
