There's a man I knew in college -- an Alaskan (where the goods are odd, according to the second part of the motto) -- with whom you would get on famously, SP.
He wrote a few plays, hysterically absurd. One featured Blanche Dubois in a tire swing with Tony the Tiger, two men engaged in combat with seven-foot-tall fork and spoon, and the following exchange (as remembered).
Quote:MAN1: I thought I was going to die of assy-fixation.
MAN2: Asphyxiation.
MAN1: Assy-fixation.
MAN3 appears at SR holding a sign that reads "ASPHYX"
MAN2: Asphyx.
MAN4 appears at SL holing a sign that reads "IATION"
MAN2: iation.
MAN2 again (pointing to first sign): Asphyx...
MAN1: Asphyx...
MAN2: ...iation.
MAN1: ...iation.
MAN2: Asphyx...
MAN1: Asphyx...
MAN2: ...iation.
MAN1: ...iation.
MAN2: Asphyx...
MAN1: Asphyx...
MAN2: ...iation.
MAN1: ...iation.
MAN2: Asphyx...
MAN1: Asphyx...
MAN2: ...iation.
MAN1: ...iation.
MAN2: Asphyxiation.
MAN1: Assy-fixation.
MAN2 strangles MAN1.
Ah, well. We all know that Alaska is dangerously close to Canada.