Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

Pulling up to a stoplight, next to a car playing 'smack that', diem has the urge to race.
Abel: you...
Diem: hey they raced too! I'm kinda surprised too.
Abel: hum?
Diem: well they have a...uh...child...carrier.
Abel: a child carrier? Like a cat carrier?
Diem: carseat! That's it!
Abel: ...child carrier. Wow.