There was me, that is Mullac, and my three stooges, that is Bridge, Bain, and Dumb, Dumb being really Dumb, and we stood in the Corona Burgerbar making up our noggins what to do with the afternoon, a hip hot bright summer bugger most dry.
   The Corona Burgerbar was a burger-plus diner, and you may, O my comrades, have forgotten what these diners were like, things changing so sudden-like these days and everyone very fleety to forget, broadsheets not being scanned much neither. Well, what they sold there was burgers plus something else. They had no license for selling class-A, but there was no law against prodding some of the new addictives which they used to put into the old quarter-pounder, so you could pep it with marzi or ketamine or mandrakes or one or two other addictives which would give you a lovely rapid peepshow of fifteen minutes admiring Dog And All His Holy Cherabims And Seraphims in your right mitten with soundtracks bursting all over your smooze. Or you could pep burgers with needles in it, as we used to say, and this would tighten you up and make you ready for a bit of hyper-fornication, and that was what we were pepping this afternoon I'm starting off my yarn with.
   Our pockets were full of spam, so there was no real need from the perspective of procrasting any more polly parrot to toolcheck some old vet in an alley and eyescan him  paddling in veinjuice while we counted the trawl and divied by four, nor to do the extra-aggro on some snivelling glassy peroxide-root patsy on a greasepole and go skanking off with her undies trawlings. But, as they say, honey isn't everything.
   The four of us were tailored in the dizzies of popsmarts, which in those days was a pair of ultra-bright trollies with the old rubber turkey, as we called it, dangling against the thigh underneath the trollies, this being to project and also as sort of an emblem you could eyescan on a dark night, so that I had one in the pose of a Tarquill. Bain had a thinker (the sculpture, that is), Bridge had a very dandy one of a Nelson's, and poor old Dumb had a very round-and-porny one of a clown's bulbous (snozzer, that is). Dumb not ever having a nogginfull of whys-an-wherewhats and being, beyond any suncast of a Thomas, the dumbest of we four. Then we were tailored-up in knee-coats without buttondowns but with these very big double-bubble togglers ('Dinoes' we called them)which were a kind of a mockery of having real bones like that. Then, my comrades, we had these apple-white dickybows which looked like skimmed-off butterfly or moth with a sort of a design made on it with a spoon. We fashioned our hair curly-permed and we had steel-toe brothels for kicking.
   "Who's it going to be then, eh?"
   There were three dovetails standing at the bar all together, but there were four of us stooges and it was usually like one for all and all for one.