Dumb Stuff

Fotchington-Halmsley’s Dance Implosion

“Dare we endear ourselves to these modern tunes?”

“Sirrah! There is no choice, for we have already become Modern. Do tell sir, by what other means would thine hairstyle have so deftly reconfigured itself before my very eyes?”

“Gads and damn! Tell me, spirit, tell me how my hair has done this to itself. By what power — I say — what is this hair now called.”

“Sir, your hairstyle is now a ‘faux-hawke’.”

“Damn that modern music, and damn the Associates Jonas! Tell them… tell them… I love them.”