'Yes!' yelled Simon. 'Wait, how will a xylophone help?'

'Youthful trauma!' Beatrice replied. 'His mother made him study it for years!'

She banged on the xylophone, and Martivan turned around, eyes blazing. 'Yonks!' he cried out. 'That hateful sound! Why are you torturing me so, my beloved Beatrice!'

'Yikes!' Beatrice yelped. 'I am so not your beloved! I'm married to Simon! And you're mad!'

Martivan burst into tears. 'All I ever wanted was to be loved!' he sobbed, his young face twisted in his grief. 'That and a yeti...'