"I'm hurtin', Smush," Mogey groaned. "I don't think I've ever been this dehydrated."
"Why'd you say that in a cockney accent?" Smush inquired.
"What?"
"'Dehydrated.' Why'd you say it like 'dee-hoy-dray-ed?'"
"I just thought that was how it was pronounced."
"Well I can't say as I'm surprised," Smush replied. "You have been working your way through that trough of extra hot chicken wings (in both temperature and flavor) under the midday sun while wearing a sweater."
"It's my special brow-moppin' sweater!"
"As I stated," Smush continued, "I can't say as I'm surprised. Want a gatorade?"
"What have I told you," shouted a suddenly-energized Mogey, grabbing Smush by the lapels, "about using that term? You know about my family!"
"Ah, right - sorry," said Smush, brushing extra hot chicken wing residue from his lapels. "What was it? Your stepfather was a gator, or something?"
"Toothsome Muggins was an alligator," Mogey corrected, "and a saint. 'Gator' is a pejorative term. When my birth father left us high and dry to pursue a career on the silver screen only to find out his real talent was selling silver screens for Andersen Windows & Doors, guess who stepped up?"
"Toothsome Muggins?"
"Toothsome Muggins," Mogey confirmed. "He might not have had much education beyond swamp grammar school, but no one could ask for a more loving, generous, and scaly stepfather."
"What a guy," said Smush admiringly. "Now then, back to hydration for a moment. Can I offer you a... generic electrolytic thirst quencher?"
"Fierce Grape, please!" Mogey replied.
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