Mrs Songbird,
FU
“You mean,” says the host with a mile-wide grin on his face, “that you’re going to trade this four-foot cube of 18-carat Swiz bullion—and the snake knives, Mrs. Presky? All for that little bag?”
“Yes!” says Mrs. Presky, beside herself with desire. “I want the bag!”
“Well, all right, then, open it up.”
“Yes, yes! Uh—why—why this is a bag of sh*t!”
“But it’s really great sh*t, Mrs. Presky…”