The congressman whirled about. "You must be insane, sir!" he rasped in frantic denial.
"You must be," Marc said. "You must have been ripe for the hatch years ago."
"You're a fine one to talk," the blonde put in nastily. "Officer, this man is off his rocker like a busted hobby horse. He's done nothing but pinch me ever since we met."
Toffee levelled her gaze at Marc. "What were you doing pinching that tomato?" she demanded. "Just what were you getting at?"
"Oh, don't be crazy," Marc said distractedly.
"Oh, so I'm crazy, am I?" Toffee said, doubling her fists.
"You sure are, sister," the thug put in. "You're the most hopped up dame I ever saw." He turned to the cop. "She ought to be locked up."
"Oh, yeah?" Toffee said. "At least I didn't put anyone in a busted car and send them off to get killed. Officer, I want you to arrest that killer."
"Look, officer," Marc insisted, "you've got to take this man into custody. He's a menace to the whole country."
"If you take anyone in, officer," the blonde put in harshly, "make it this skinny bimbo. Pinch him like he pinched me."