“What kinda dog is that, anyway, Mister?” “It’s a cross between a Manchurian yak and an Australian dingo.” W.C. Fields, selling a ventriloqual dog in Poppy

COOPERTOON #1: "Return of the Spiders" is playing, And here stand these two Stooges in the old sense, not like guitar hoodlumps cut from Ig-patterns, but just old time dogfaced schmozoes, except that these two schmozoes are listenin’ to this here rabid, highballed motherrhinofuck of a record. And one stooge looks at the other one with a pained expression on his face and sez: ‘‘Ugh, what loud unnerving shit! I couldn’t stand to be around music like that for more ’n a couple of minutes before my nerves’d come unstrung! And not only that, but you actually tell me it’s the first thing you like to play when you get up in the morning! You must be deranged!”

And Stooge 2, the one with the taste, why he just turn and look at the other one all sly with his eyelids half-cocked down and purr: ‘‘I find it rather bracing myself. ”