Much to his dismay, Dale spilled half the bottle of magic shower water onto one of his worst enemies, a large crude bully named Virgil Hughes.
"Bummer, dude," Dale consoled Virgil, but Virgil would have none of it.
"Whatsa matta, sissy doll? Can't control your water?" Virgil boomed in a voice so loud it echoed throughout the grocery store. "Why, I've got an urge to bend you over that stack of bottled water right now. Fancy shit ain't good fer nuthin' else anyhow. That's you, sissy doll. You're the fancy shit, aren't you?"
"Virgil, nice to see you again," Scott interrupted smoothly. "I'm Scott. We met at Meating Mann's, remember? You tried to buy me a drink."
"You met Virgil at Meating Mann's?" Dale asked Scott. "Isn't that a..."
"Yeah, it was after a shoot. All the other models wanted to go there and I tagged along. That's where I first met Virgil. Isn't it Virgil?"
"I never go to that kind of place. I never heard of 'em, especially that one," Virgil maintained. "So hey, sissy doll, or fancy shit, or whatever your name is, are you gonna dry me down? Seems fittin', since it was you who wet me."
"OK, let's go in the washroom," Dale suggested, but at the last minute he cut into the ladies. Virgil roared, then ducked into the men's room. Or maybe he did it the other way around.
