Her mammary lives on.
After marrying Juan "Shit Does Plenty", Ryvita was supported by "desk cam is a dos" (presumably the pre-Windows based operating system with table based soul capturing machinery).
This 1950s "Steampunk" webcammery was operated by so-called "Shirtless ones", shirtless due to the hot Argentine weather (or, more likely, for norkal perusal for certain Credit Card Payments over their steamy punk websites).
A tradition which still holds firm today (especially by the peruser).
So, in modern times, imprisioned topless tealeafs breaks out of a maxumin security prision. Now, if this was Hamble, Faeces, Be a Maracas and "Dandy Lion" Burdock, they would have embarked on mercenary escapades whilst fleeing The Colonels (Mouthdream, James Corden and Single Father).
But not these chaps.
They evaded justice by the hollowing out of Shorn and Timmy, donning their fleecey suits and blending in with Ovis Aries* and living among the Artiodactyla so successfully that they fool even the most experenced practisers of "Sheep Husbandry" in their wellies at night.
Jason and his Argos Night became quite successful. But then, he was greek, so that kind of thing is right up their back alley.
"Hey Dolly! You sure got a purty mouth. Sque... um... Baa, Sheepy! Don't cry for me, Argy Bargy! Cry fo' yo' sore ass"
Still, at least we gave them Argies what for. Maggie Thatcher (MILF's Snatch Hair) duffed 'em up and we got back the Peter Falk Lands. Hoorah! Columbo for all!
Or Cobumbo, for those encased in muttonflesh, away from the prying eyes of justice.
* 'E WERE A GRAND BAKER, OUR DAD. WHOLEMEAL LAMB SANDWICHES, OFTEN WITH DISGUISED LONG PIG.
