"Jeez, Lily," he gasped as he came up for air. "My head, jeez, put the damn club down."
Lily, realizing that she was still grasping the golf club, turned red and flung the six iron from her.
"Lily, jeez, careful. Those irons cost me a fortune," complained Scott. They then stood and looked at each other, beginning to recognize the total absurdity, the idiotic incongruity of the whole situation.