“No, General,” he announced firmly. “Be quiet and take your medicine. You are being disciplined, son. This isn’t a mere vulgar brawl. This is for the good of your poor little shriveled soul.”
“Well, let up on my nose then, you crazy idiot! What am I being disciplined for! And get off my tummy a minute so I can kick that blamed chair out of the way!”
“Don’t vent your spleen on the poor inanimate chair,” remonstrated Slim reproachfully. “It never did anything to you, you deceiving goof. Look at me! In the eye—I mean eyes! Why didn’t you tell me what happened this afternoon?”
“I did.”
“General!”
“Ouch! Quit, you—you crazy—”
“Why didn’t you tell me all? Look at me, consarn yer!”
“I am, Slim! Doggone it, will you quit?”
“Stop struggling! General, you’ve got to come clean. Did you or didn’t you deceive me?”
“I did not.”