Xanthip-hip-hooray: Sock Red-Tees donât drink it! Iâm sorry I emptied that chamber pot on you. I was PMSing. And that cake I trampled? I can get a new one, bigger, with more icing. Look all your friends are here, ready to party Playdoh, Arista Funnies, Xenophile, and the twins, Thusee Diddles and Aris Dawdles. Sock Red-Tees: Sorry Xanny dearest, but you, being so young and supple, you have no idea the rigors of old age. Xanthip-hip-hooray: Look, I got hold of some of those little blue pills! No more worries. Letâs go, come on. I looked past the fact that you are short and dumpy, because you were a stallion, and can be again. Sock Red-Tees: I have drunk the hemlock, my toes are numb. Death is near but I am unafraid. Crito, come closer. Crito, we owe a cock to Asclepius. Please, donât forget to pay the debt. Xanthip-hip-hooray: Asclepius? Asclepius? Are you kidding me? What about me, your horny wife? Do you know how hard it is to get batteries in this day and age?