Literature
SKIT_2: Day at Universal, 1931
On a dark, soggy afternoon, true to the Spirit of Spanish Inquisition, an elderly, moustachy gentleman sits on a soft cushion in a comfy chair, for the past hour confronted by none more vicious foe than sugar-free caffelate, ill-fatedly stuck with him in a sound-proof, dreary quiet waiting room, in utter apathy his wrist watch ticks at venomous pace and each beat strikes a fatal stroke to his already bored-to-death attention span when finally, the secretary (whose charms completely escape the unlucky man - but not us) calls him in.
(Cute Redhead! of a) Secretary: ''One Mr. Magic'' *to-whom-yo'-rich-arse-owes-it's-continuous-high-class-existe