“The Conch Shell´s tint was that of a vagina blowing bubble gum.”
“He gagged and spat the mouthful out on the carpet. He glared at the bottle. “Bubble gum–flavored vodka? Bubble gum?”
“If summer had a flavor, it was pink bubble gum.”
“The maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum”
“Walking on the beach like a ventriloquist, I’ll make it sound like the ocean is calling out to you—through a conch shell.”
“Not naive,' Conch shell had corrected him. 'He simply has not been taught to fear the things you fear.”