Don Q looked at the window painted on the wall: "Vanza, it's a beautiful day. Get my golf cart ready. We're going for a ride." Vanza grabbed his raincoat, went outside, and sent for the golf cart. When it pulled up, Don Q squeezed into the driver's seat: "We're going to Foney Island on this beautiful Plunderland morning." Zipping up his raincoat, Vanza got in. "Where are my golf clubs?" shouted Don Q. Malice threw them down the front steps. Don Q turned red in the face, gunned the engine, turned up his favorite disco song, and sped off with a shout: "I love the smell of corruption in the morning!" (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 6 May 2025)