“OOOH!” I moaned and dropped my head onto the table, narrowly missing my sandwich.
“What’s the matter with you?” Fish asked.
I rocked my head from side to side without lifting it from the table.
Bertha patted my back hard and said, “Poor things just so tired!”
Somehow I managed to squeak out, “Exhausted!”
“Bertha, stop playing with Alvin’s junk!” BB said with a laugh when he figured out why I had doubled over in pain.
“Yeah play with Larry’s Junk!” Fish added.
Larry had apparently not been paying attention because he asked, “What junk?”
“Yeah just shut up and look beautiful!” Berta told him.
I lifted my head just in time to see Larry grinning with food in his teeth and saying, “I’m good at that huh?!”
Despite the ache in my right ball, I managed to laugh.