JEN: Why am I upset? Because Stinky’s killer is still at large. That’s why. The trail has gone cold, and nobody seems to care.
SCOTT: I’m telling you, Stinky is alive. I saw him the other day, rifling by the Dumpster.
JEN: And I’m telling you, I saw the body. Stinky is dead. He was run down in cold blood, those bastards, and left to die. La mort de Stinky. You clearly saw a different skunk who had infringed on the late Stinky’s territory. Perhaps Son of Stinky.
SCOTT: How do we know it’s not a girl?
JEN: What?
SCOTT: The new skunk, Son of Stinky. How do we know it’s not Daughter of Stinky?
JEN: Well, I’ll concede that is a possibility. However, I am a fan of alliteration, so it will be referred to from here out as “Son of Stinky.”
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