George pulled his disconnected head inside the window and eyed Toffee owlishly. His other parts adjusted themselves and the head sank into Toffee's lap. There, gazing up at her, it lazily crossed its eyes and began to whimper piteously.
"Ugh!" Toffee cried. "I'll go mad!"
The head relaxed its face obligingly into an expression of feeble-minded delight, letting its tongue loll loosely from the corner of its mouth.
"That's all!" Toffee screamed. "I'm getting out of here!"
Without further consideration for the occupants of the limousine and the approaching curve, she relinquished the wheel, threw the car door open, and with one last agonized glance at the loathsome head, which was now foaming prettily at the mouth, prepared to depart its company. In the limousine this bit of action was not unobserved.
"She's trying to get away!" the congressman yelled. "Stop her!"
The thug turned to the window and looked. "Get back!" he hollered. "Get back or I'll blast you!"
"Go ahead," Toffee cried. "It'll be a positive pleasure next to what I've just been through."
"Okay!" the thug said grimly. "You asked for it!"