Fiver: There's something very queer about the warren this evening
Hazel: Is it dangerous?
Fiver: It's not exactly danger, it's... oh, I don't know. Something oppressive... like thunder.
Hazel: I feel it too. The lady in the cottage seems very angry. She is cursing and yelling and throwing wine bottles out of the window.
Bigwig: Well I think the lady has really become very mean. She doesn’t have any lady friends anymore. They used to have tea and chat.
Fiver: Really, why aren’t they friends anymore?
Bigwig: I don’t know the reason. She seems to have lied to them or something. Or maybe she lied down with someone that made them jealous. Or something. One of them said if you make your bed you have to lie in it.
Hazel: Well who did she lay down with that made them so jealous.
Bigwig: I don't really know. What is a Bissage?
Hazel: I don't know.
Fiver: Me either.
Bigwig: Well whoever he is he seems to be wonderful.
Hazel: Maybe he is a good lier.
(Watership Down, 1972)
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ALERT 2ND SKINNY WOMAN SIGHTING ON TROOPER YORK BLOG
Hee, hee.
This is only a test.
sploogy cootch doesn't begin to describe this. Is there anything less attractive than inky broads?
Drunken inky broads.
I don't get it.
You need some more wine.
And a little crack.
Not that little, ok?
Perfect capture of the mood.
I gotta get me a Bissage, I guess.
Hey, on a semi-serious note, where is Bissage? I haven't seen his wonderfulness around lately.
I don't have half the coin this skank has and I have better ink.
What's up with that?
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