B. Wooster: Of all the places on this great planet of ours, West Neck, Long Island, has chosen to be the most unexciting. The last time anything remotely interesting happened here was in 1842, when a tree fell over. They still talk about it in the village.

The bommie was bustling: fish were coming and going, digging and biting, feeding and fighting on all points of the bommie.

My pawn was captured.

Sir, I can assure you that I'm not escaped convict or some looney toon guy.