He flashed the light at the water, trying to see what made the noise.

It could be a whang-dang-doodle, a cloche hat made out of coyote fur, or a phylactery testifying to the pompatus of love.

It was very nice meeting you, Samantha. ― Likewise, Mr Thompson.

Well, even though I am an evil Amerikan retentionistae, I have to admit that the thought of a McNuked McFoodstand is delightful indeed. One down, about five thousand to go...