I got the stars, I got the sun, I got the shining sea-" Danforth smoked two cigarettes and went back to the machine. Bag, I been fucking your wife on the sly." "oh, I want you to, man! I want you to! and ya know what?" "what?" I-d kinda like to watch." "sure, that-d be o.k." Danforth went to the phone, dialed a number. Minnie? yeah, Dan. I-m comin- over ta fuck ya again. Bag? oh, he-s comin- too. he wants ta watch. no, we-re not drunk. I just decided to close shop for the day. we-ve made it already. with the Israel-Arab thing and all the African wars, there-s nothing to worry about. Biafra is a beautiful word. anyhow, we-re coming over. I want to bunghole you. you got those big cheeks, jesus. I might even bunghole Bag. I think his cheeks are bigger than yours. keep tight, sweetie, we-re on our way!" Dan hung up. another phone rang. he picked it up. jam it you rotten motherfucker, even the points of your tits smell like wet dogturds in a Westerly wind." he hung up and smiled. walked over and took Bagley out of the machine.