"Yeah, we could run a puff-on-a-string promotion if they fly. Like kites, but puffs. Or balloons, but. . . puffs," George agreed. "They wouldn't be much use. But they're not any use now."
"Yeah, but that's different. I mean not being sorry about US is one thing. We weren't sorry about him, either, since his face turned funny colors when we did stuff and he screams like he's got lady parts when he's brassed." Which wasn't entirely accurate, but still. "I don't care if he thinks he's right. I mean he's not, but he could be civil and talk to mum and dad about it."