"I hope they do," George said sullenly. "I hope they think it's funny as hell and do something about it. It's so damned unfair." And with that he leaned across Toffee, jutted his head out the window and began baying in the direction of the limousine.
"Stop that!" Toffee said. "It sounds awful."
George swiveled his frightful head around in her direction. "It should," he said. "It's the Torment Lament. I learned it in the Moaning Chorus and it's guaranteed to drive you mad in nothing flat." He turned back to the night and the limousine and sent his voice wailing into the wind.
It was an effort that was not lost on its audience. The occupants of the limousine looked around sharply with horrified eyes.
"Jesus in Heaven!" the thug gasped.
At his side the congressman was so taken with the fearsome recital that he completely forgot he was driving. As the car careened dangerously, the thug reached out and pulled the wheel.
"Isn't it awful, boss?" he breathed.