...volume of unanswered Mafia questions. Just then an apparition appeared in the yard:
"Who's that old geezer outside? What the f***'s he doin'?"
They stared--out in the yard, Turnbull, last seen bending elbow in ginmill, was practicing (actually, limping and creaking) a primitive dance called "The Frug," that only he was old enough to remember. The dance steps were drawn on a stone tablet, signed by Moses. "Let's put the old bastard out of his misery," said Snake, drawing his Colt Model 1911. "Better not," said plawrence, who had mysteriously materialized from the Meadowlands, carried forward by a kicked football. "That guy's the best source of bulk free bullshit around. Kill him an' we'll have to buy our fertilizer..."
"...an' answer our own Mafia questions, too," intoned the others. Instead, they decided to...