"Take a chill pill, baby," laughed Alfred as he tossed the cookie salad. "Frances knows how to have a good time. What's wrong with that?"
Eliza reached into her asshole and fetched the dagger she had secreted there. She pressed the business end, poopy as it was, up to Alfred's nose.
"Call her and tell her the banquet's canceled," Eliza demanded.
The doorbell rang.
"That's her," said Alfred with a chuckle. "Now put that dagger back in your ass and play nice."