'What're these big-ass panties doing on my rail?' demanded Britney in the dressing room, 'Where's the name tag . . . These have clitty litter in them! Ugh!'

Here, she's a force for reconciliation, although it's tempting to imagine Gardner meeting Keel on the packet boat and seducing him rather than sending him back to Grayson.

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Maybe the chilies were a little too hot, and when you took a dump your ass burned so you put in for a Purple Heart? Let's delete any future discussions of my personal life so I don't have to rip you a new dirt chute, okay?