Paul loved his sausage-making kit that was a Brothers' Day gift from his mother. She loved him so much and wanted him to have home-made sausages a lot whenever he was in the mood. "Mother, without sausages we would have no one but suicidal farmers to shuck the jive with!" Paul exclaimed in a voice that was loud, yet tender; shrill, yet soothing; cold yet tepid. "Yes son, you are the image of your father who possessed the ultimate power of 25 teamsters and 3 bowling alley lane polishers." Later, there was a terrifyingly horrid explosion at the ex-lesbian laundromat on **** Avenue, not the ex-lesbian laundromat on ***** Street. Thank God!