Ah the cool crisp mourning air, and as the dawn breaks across these city
streets I can hear the cries of the rumormongers selling their wares:
"Ruuuuumm-ahhhs, Ruuuuumm-ahhhs, getcha hot juicy rumors here.
Ruuuuumm-ahhhs, Ruuuummm-ahhhs, three for a quarter!"
Frank