Shoplifters will be prosecuted.

Nosing deeply over that opinion, he suddenly cocked an indignant leg, back scratched with vigour and made a wuffling sound in his whiskers about what would happen to that scoundrel if he came misusing our rocks again.

He put me on the scale in my underwear and socks: 82 pounds. […] I left, humming all day long, remembering that once upon a time my ideal weight had been 84, and now I'd even beaten that. I decided 80 was a better number, a nice even number to be.

In the foyer, a game of Twister has started. It's appealing because all of the women are wearing lowriders.