George's mutton chop congealed on the plate, untouched. The French fried potatoes cooled off, unnoticed. This was no time for food.

Wherfore he that is thus minded is prived of all honours,

In such cases the Łukasiewiczian notation is ambiguous.

Sleazy, yeah, I like it sleazy / Oh let's get nasty baby / I like it sleazy / I'll take you for a bad ride