To the Grudge Cymbals of Time

SHIMMY: You can gossip about me but you can't fit under the bed.
GRADY GIRLS: Hurry up please it's time.
SHIMMY: Our god is the god of tramp, our heart the speed drum!
GRADY GIRLS: Come play with us, Shimmy. Forever and ever and ever.
SHIMMY: They have a red sticker on my file at the Den of Spies. I don't care how loud and discordant Dr. Yawn's sonogram is. I do what I want.
GRADY GIRLS: Come play with us, Shimmy. We've missed you.

GRADY GIRLS: Come play with us. Forever and ever and ever.
SHIMMY: The sticker is red and it says "CAUTION." Tony doesn't own a car.
GRADY GIRLS: Hurry up please it's time.

GRADY GIRLS: He rented an I-GO Car for five hours.
SHIMMY: Your loathsome obloquies, your preposterous words -- why do you always talk to me like I'm Mohammed Mosaddeq?
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