I once met Mr. Market at this fast-food. We kept in touch and soon enough he acquainted me to Mr. Ecstasy (Mr. E), his cherish buddy. We bonded like brothers... One night, when whiling dinner away (as usual) at the Neverlands, Mr. E said to me (quite out of the blue...): "Oh! There comes my running valentine... Like Moon and Sun, ... are we ...". Splitting no more hairs he vanished into thin air... I greeted alone the ravishing lady: "Miss Agony..." said she, introducing herself... Sparing words, she sat at the table sipped my champagne and tapped into my lobster. Then, at roulette, with a cool smile she bet my whole means, cleaning it all... I had to step up to the plate, pay the bill and walk away in the dead of night. I left town for a while... When I came back, Mr. Market, friendly as ever, greeted with open arms and brought to pass an invitation for free lunch at the Neverlands (to catch on with the chaps, Mr. E, Miss A, the new feeding trends and all that...). I touched on my scars while answering:"I beg your pardon, Sir. The old heave-ho to the chaps and to Neverlands. No more bets, no more glamorous dinners downtown. I just cook my own meals now... (all boiled down oysters)." He palmed the invitation and nodded: "Within rights, within rights.... By all means, help yourself! Who am I not to oblige? I may tip your hand to the crowds, though. Right on the boil. Got to go..." "Lads, hear, hear! Hush, hush, you knows!..." "... Oysters ..."