"Huh?" said the two women.
"I CAN DIGIT", sang Spaw, reeling in the years and capering to "Little Brown Jig".
"But," inquired Tony, purfling, "Why is there a door here at all if everything went down the sinkhole?"
"Everything's here," came Spaw's rejoinder, "This is the kitchen sinkhole."
And the two women, mute again after their single line of dialogue, shook their heads in sorrow.