We stopped off in Arlington last night, to see my father-in-law before heading home for real (in mere moments, hooray). Last night, all three of the men in the family spoke with one voice. They were of one accord. Peace reigned, there was comfort, there was restful tranquility.
Papa Andy: “Schchchchchchchchchrrrrrrg---psssssssssssssssssssss. Schchchchchchchchchrrrrrrg---psssssssssssssssssssss. Schchchchchchchchchrrrrrrg---psssssssssssssssssssss.”
Joseph: “Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrch—ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrch—ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrch—ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.”
V: “Pspspspspspspspspspspsps—hooooooooooooooooooooo. Pspspspspspspspspspspsps—hooooooooooooooooooooo. Pspspspspspspspspspspsps—hooooooooooooooooooooo.”