Mogey and Smush had just returned home from a long day of teaching middle school gym. Mogey flopped onto the couch, raising a cloud of middle school locker room scent, while Smush peered into the icebox in search of a snack.
"You want a yogurt, Mogey?" he asked. "That's what I'm having."
"Is it fruit-on-the-bottom?"
"Yes."
"Ick!" Mogey exclaimed.
"I think I might have a few with the fruit mixed in somewhere..." Smush said, rummaging around some more.
"Bleghh!" Mogey replied, looking even more disgusted.
"Well what are you after then? Fruit on the top?"
"Smush, let me make one thing perfectly clear: If you suggest one more yogurt topping that doesn't start with an 'h' and rhyme with 'got pudge,' I'm going to be sicker than an old racist dolphin watching his granddaughter kiss a sea lion."
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