Gone-zo

Once again, he was pretty quick to take down a doughnut, and then, faster than you could wipe the last few crumbs of a French cruller off your upper lip, Alfredo was gone-zo.

“Wayne, are you doing the speed limit?” “Of course. Don't you worry about that. You'll thank me later.” “Oh, you idiot. Everybody knows the real speed limit is ten above. By the time we get to the Mountain Flea, my sign will be gone-zo.”

From now on, Harley Quinn is no more. She is gone-zo. Kaput. Done-ski.

Dead as a polished stone. I stand over it, red-faced, sweaty, deshabilled, murderous. There is a period of panting. Watching. Satisfied that the device is gone-zo, I lie down on the spot, and curl up.

"You ask me," Jason says, "the girl has lost her facilities. Gone-zo!"

"She has flipped out," whispered Vicki. "You were right, Mrs. Shevvington. Christina is gone-zo."

She didn't go mindless. She kept logic around to look over the proceedings, which was never as good for her or the people she was with, but in this situation, she didn't have much choice. It didn't seem to matter - Sean was gone-zo.