Have you tried making her some jambrewskies?” “Making her some what?” “Jamgiggities.” “I have absolutely no idea what you’re saying.” “Clothes they sleep in! You must know the sort. Jamburritos.” He shook his head, as if disappointed in me. “I really thought you’d know what human jamchiladas were by now.” “Warden Tenn, I must advise you that, in my professional opinion, you’re probably having a stroke.”
