"Wuff, wuff," was Nort's reply.
"What's wrong, Nort?" I asked. "You look bad." Norty was wearing a furry red tie. The part that should have been short was longer than the long part and it flopped out of his green and gold letter sweater like a big tongue.
"I got no norms," Norty whined. "Plus which I'm hungry."
"What don't you have, Wheeler?", asked Otto.
"Norms. I got no norms. None of us do. Mr. Borrison says we live in a time of anomie." Borrison was our sociology teacher.
" Davis has got norms," replied Otto. "I saw them in the shower."
"Think of it this way, Norty," I consoled. "You've got a lot of abnorms."
"You guys are a comfort," Norty replied. "Got anything to eat?"
"You didn't bring anything to eat?" I was astounded.
"Cake and turkey sandwiches and a bunch of popcorn balls," Norty said, "but nothing I can eat before the match. I'd never make weight. I think I'm on some kind of Nutrament high. I had a can on the way to school and I feel a little surreal."