He wanted to touch base ; she wanted to take it offline. He had picked all the low-hanging fruit ; she was still obsessed with blue-sky thinking. Eventually they agreed to run it up the flagpole and see who saluted, but by the time it was halfway up he had donged off a load of gooey spaff all over her norks and she had papped one out and then fallen over, rolling around in it and weirding him out with a sinister grin.