Lefty stands, in a daze... Newsie: Oh s***! Lefty: @_@ Wha happen...? Newsie: You fall down? Lefty: Da last ting I remember was...someone coldcockin' me... Newsie: It wasn't me, I swear! Lefty: Don't swear. Yer mudder will whack youse wit a broom er sometin'. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Newsie: A broom? That's nothing, she--so you have no idea who hit you? Lefty: I suspect da news crum. Newsie: Uh... Lefty: Oh! Riiiiiiiiight. Sorry. It couldn't have been youse, on accounta youse don't know how ta hit properly. Newsie: That's right, heh heh. Schoolyard bullies used to hoist my underwear to the top of the flagpole...while I was still wearing them... Lefty: Where's Crazy Harry? Newsie: Tommy threw him out the window. Lefty: Fer what? Newsie: I dunno. Probably because of his beard. Lefty: His beard? Newsie: Yeah. You know how Harry wears that scruffy, ugly beard...probably got on Tommy's nerves. Lefty: How's about dat smart-aleck punk what hangs out here? Newsie: Roosevelt Franklin? Lefty: Yeah. It coulda been him! Newsie: I don't think so. Lefty: How come ya sound so sure? Newsie: Uh...he's shorter than you? Lefty: Oh yeah. He suffers from da Webster syndrome. Riiiight. Newsie: Either that or he's only ten years old and hasn't grown yet. Lefty: Pfft. He's been ten since 1970. Da kid must have Peter Pan genies er sometin'. Newsie: Genes. Lefty: Huh? Newsie: Not "genies." Genes. Lefty punches Newsie in the face; Newsie flops to the floor. Lefty: Mook! Dat was just in case ya did hit me! Mr. Turtle (to Ailie) How the deuce do you know it's me? I'm wearing this disguise to hide from your demented roommate.