Dr. Phineas Mossmite* nearly jumped out of his very comfortable seat at this unexpected utterance from his long-time friend, current flat-mate and all-round weird dude, West Milford’s foremost detective Winkle Picot*.
“Hush, man!” Dr. Phineas Mossmite admonished as he made quite sure the newest copy of the American Medical Association newsletter completely covered the Hooters and Toochies magazine he had been perusing—and no, he was NOT reading it for the articles. “This is quiet time. Do you seriously want Mrs. Bilgepump to come up here and give you what-for—no doubt with a back-handed smack across the noggin with her ever present cast iron skillet, too!”
He shuddered at the very thought.