She was hearing the words. They just weren't registering on her Richter scale of sanity.

“Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.”

“Lou's was like a tour through Crucifix World with a spontaneous stop in Jesus C…”

“Steeple, people, banana-fana-fo-feeple. What the fuck ever. If you don't loosen…”

“Yeah, but that didn't mean he didn't like fistfuls of blondeness with legs long…”