It wasn't really stuffing laughter, but if you coun't talk to them without laughing, well, you coud get one heck of an Indian burn on yer arm.  Or have your nose tweaked like a lightbulb.  

   "It was basically the same principle, (i)see(i)," the underwater camera dripped with mollusk-smelling wet.  But it was okay.  

     "THERE'S AN UNDERGROUND CITY NOW!!!!" 

     "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" 

     "Same principle as, as," little brain spinning scenes like a Rolodex. 

     "Where (i)is SHE?????" 

     "How do you spell principle?" 

     "Not with a P A L, that's like school boss, (i)you're pal(i) less your in HOT WATER."  Eyes in goggles holding nose up still swinging head slow like a wrecking ball over flippers.  "We'll get them Sir." His hand on mine patting his shoulder.

     Drooping faced aging-earlies, some drooling from the scare and (i)stares(i).