WWGD?
What Would Gneeecey Do?
Scenario # 1: A little old lady, lugging a humongous handbag, has fallen and can’t get up. She’s flat on her back, arms and legs flailing, in the middle of Perswayssick City’s main drag, Murgatroyd Avenue.
Scenario # 2: Gneeecey has left his goonafish melt hero sandwich in author
Vicki's car overnight, during a heatwave. She mails him the fumigator's rather large bill. Will The Grate One handle this situation with grace?
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WWGD? Sez Don Jibaro: “The lady is flat on her back... so most likely Da' Gneeez would ask her if she wants him to remove the huge handbag from her chest... for a small fee, of course... before he helps her getting up from the floor... for another fee, of course... then he would ask her "Heycha, what's in the bag?" ...then he'd open the bag himself and start throwing stuff out, pantaloons, sandwiches, a cuckoo clock, etc., looking for the flabbergasted old lady's COIN PURSE... and upon finding it, he'd say "Small purse for such a big bag."
WWGD? Sez Gneeecey: “Yupperooney, Don Jibaro—I could stinkin’ proboobably see me doin’ somethin’ like that!”
WWGD? Sez Frank G.: “Knowing Gneeecey, he'd probably feed the spoiled sandwich to the old lady, take the money out of her purse and put the fumigator's bill in, and leave her kicking and screaming in the middle of Murgatroyd Avenue.”
WWGD? Sez Gneeecey: “Good stinkin’ thinkin’, Frank. Even I—The Grate One—didn’t think of stickin’ the ol’ lady wit’ the fumigatin’ bill. Nice touch!!!”