It's hard to describe the strangeness of this event.
Like watching a dog meow, the Quarter Guy was behaving normally, talking with a girl, and responding with normal sentences, all while desperately holding his mouth shut with his fingers so the "CORN DOG! FRENCH SNEAKERS! STICK IN YOUR ASS!!" wouldn't seep out.
Afterwards we tried to find out why, but only ended up getting more questions than answers.
Shaggy and I could not talk about anything else the rest of the day.