Gladys wobbled and fell on pavement, splatting as an old pasty hag would.

“You took it all from me, Richard,” clawing her way down the street and snagging her baggy shit-flesh on bojangles and wop wop, pouring out magnificent excretia for the kiddies, sucking on their poodips and fapping it to zines.

“Oh Gladys, you’re a spectacle.”

“Richard, ohhh Richard you’ve ruined me, you’ve ruined…” She paused, laboring, leeches fucking in her throat.

“What?” he asked, a wilted ignoramus.

“This, thiiiiisssss,” she wheezed, deflating.

With hysteria and fluids, the installment plan ended – as best it could.