"And who might you be?" Smushed asked, cooly leaning against the doorframe. The young man on the front stoop removed his hat and stepped eagerly forward.
"The name's Jonjamin Cooper-Schmutz," he said, extending a hand, "and I'm here to talk to you about... about... say, is that a piece of uncooked spaghetti in your mouth?"
"Linguini," Smush replied, clenching the hard pasta in his teeth like a matchstick. "Now what's your game, Cooper-Schmutz? Vacuum cleaners? Tupperware?"
"Brownies, actually," Jonjamin Cooper-Schmutz replied.
"You're a door-to-door brownie salesman?"
"Indeed I am."
Moments later, Smush burst into the drawing room, his new acquaintance in tow. "Drop everything, Mogey!" he exclaimed. "This here is Jonjamin Cooper-Schmutz, and he's got a sales pitch that's about to blow your noggin clean off."
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