That sound from Wally was very disturbing. But it was Wally. "Ah, a girl with her priorities," he teased. "Too rich for my blood. Sorry."
Adam smirked. "Depending on the stripper," he said. "Although you have to admit, the fact that he can actually recite poetry when he's that distracted is takes talent."
He laughed as Tabby's accosted him. "Not now, Piggy," he replied in a really bad Kermit accent, pretending to squirm away.