Fate intervenes as an heroic cab driver happens upon an effete artist molesting an innocent model girly.
(A Trotskyite artist squeezes the beauteous buttocks of a squirming model.)
Model: You brute!
Artist:Aw come on be a sport
Cabby: Hold it!
(A cab pulls up and its super-schnozzed driver runs to the rescue!)
(Cabby chases Artist away with his crankshaft.)
Cabby: Wait a minute!
Model: Boo Hoo
(Cabby moves in to console the molested model with a quick clasp of her fuzzy nethers. His semitic features bespeak Nazi propaganda.)
Cabby: What wuz he tryin' to do, Baby?
Model: Oh sir, How can I ever repay you? He brought me out here to paint me in the nude and then tried to make improper advances.
(The model hides her eyes in shame.)
(Cabby offers his own pulsating prong to settle her down, or for her to settle down on, as the case may be.)
Cabby: C'mon an set on this bank -- mebbe I can give you something to cheer you up.
Model: Anything you say dear -- I want to forget that terrible experience.
(The model's eyes remain shielded!)
(Cabby eagerly mounts the distressed damsel, still sobbing behind her hand.)
Cabby: You're damned lucky I happened along just when I did. You might'er got screwed --
Model: Guess you're right.
(Model removes hand, recoils in horror!)
Cabby: Why baby-- whazza matter ?
Model: EEEK! That FACE!
(Dismissing the hideous man-thing as she walks away.)
Model: It's not bad enough all this trouble but I've got to get frightened to death by a face like that!
(Cabby's head swirls in befuddlement as his turgid twat tickler wobbles forlornly.)
Cabby: Ah well!
(Cabby spurts a few to the tune of Artist's portrait.)