I saw this hot-looking woman walking down the gravel road!

I think that I've found her for you Gus.

I confess that I was in your neighbourhood, looking for you. I passed by the Dead Rabbit races, as anyone respectable does, and I came across a woman, whose radiance fitted in exactly with your description. Someone to whom I know you'd find yourself wanting to be attached for life.

I was curious about this rival of mine, who was sitting by the track shouting obscenities and drinking moonshine. So, when she left, I followed her.

Out in the carpark, I managed to take a photograph of this modern goddess. I'm afraid she might be taken, though.

What the-?

Slappy always told me his tongue was a chick magnet, but I didn't believe him.

And now, after viewing the pulsating protusion of Slap tongue, the girl of my dreams is swept off her feet.

Why is life so damn cruel?

Why, drom, why?

I blame it on the damn porcupines.

Come, Gus, forget about her. She was full of airs and graces. We'll do something about Slappy.