"Yeah!" Floss said happily. "Like an ash tray made like a toilet seat!"
"Naw, Floss, nothin' like that," Hotstuff frowned. "What I mean is something real useful that he needs."
"Yeah?" a voice asked eagerly. "Like what?"
"Well, now I was thinkin'," Hotstuff said, "what Pillsworth, here, needs most is to have this Mario removed outa the way. Naturally, he can't go knock the guy off himself; he just ain't the type. So, what I got the idea for, is why don't we do the job for him? Kind of like a thank-you present because we're havin' such a nice time!"
"Hey!" a voice growled enthusiastically, "that's a solid idea. It's got a lot of sentiment, too. Like one good turn deserves another."
There was a general murmur of assent.
"After all," the blond-sounding voice said soddenly, "what are friends for, except to go around and help out one another?" There was the sound of loud snuffling. "It kind of gets you when you stop and think about it. Who's got a rod that ain't hot?"
"Now, wait a minute!" Marc yelled. "You can't do that! It's murder!"
"But we gotta make up for the jewels, don't we?" Hotstuff said. "We gotta be honest with you, don't we?"
Already, the murderous drunks had begun to swarm out of the dimness. The blue-jawed Moose appeared brandishing a wicked looking .38.