I walk through town going nowhere in particular, spurred on by an uneasy feeling that just won't stop chasing me. My stomach has been churning over Camilla's unmentionables. And not the good kind of unmentionables. The kind of unmentionables she didn't want to, err, mention. Talk about? And, umm... Uughh, wow. This monologue got choppy. Maybe I should start over? Yeah, OK... I-
Delilah: Afternoon, Mr Valero!
Ed: EeeyyAUGHH!!! Jesus ff-f-ffucking Christ!
Delilah: *Giggle!* Well excuse me, suga! I didn't mean to startle you like that.
Ed: What'd you expect? Jumping out of a window at a fella like that?
Delilah: I emphatically beg your pardon, but I was just so excited by the coincidence of you strolling by.
Delilah: See, we've been meaning to speak with you.
Ed: About? Wait, who's "we?"