Say What?

Anita, as the drawer shuts on her finger, "$)#(!! #()*$#%!!!! @)(*#$....."

Grabbing her finger, "#)(*$#@....."

Rising from a crouched position she finally admits, "Wow, if I was ever tortured, I would squeal like a pig."

Dave coming to look at throbbing finger, "But they wouldn't understand a word of what you were saying."

Anita thinking that during her tirade her voice had risen to a level only dogs could hear asked "Why?"

Dave calmly replied as if it was self-explanatory, ")#@(*$."