Betty wallowed like a hog in slop so happily that Terry took off his wig and puked copiously into a wine goblet, overflowing it. "Jesus H. God Terry!" Betty exclaimed like a **** woman with a machete, half-stupid with useless vanity and trepidation. "I'm sick. I ate a crunchy frog," he admitted. "Crunchy frog? Didn't you even take the bones out?!" She asked. "If I did it wouldn't be crunchy," he reasoned.