"Yes, yes, yes, how dare you do such a conscienceless thing, aren't you afraid that you'll be struck by lightning and that your own children will be born without buttocks?"
'Whack,' a banana peel slaps Gale Summer's face, even covered in thick spit.
"Throwing a banana peel at you is letting you off easy, you deserve to be pelted with rotten eggs, no, you yourself are a rotten egg!"
"Everyone knows that marriage and engagement are symbols of being the wife. You can ask this lady here, is that man her fiancé or my fiancé?" Gale Summer looks around at these so-called righteous people, asking slowly and clearly.
Everyone is stunned for a moment, then they look doubtfully towards Tisha Roberts, who is lying on the ground, pale as paper and continuously groaning in pain.
The woman who just splattered Gale with fruit salad is taken aback, then sneers:
