Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No

I Can't Believe You Jokers Fixed It." Hi Was Picking His Way Down To The Beach. "believe It, Clown. Too Much Brain Power Here To Fail." Still Pumped, Shelton Threw Another Palm Ben's Way. "oh, I'm Sure." Hi Streched, Yawned. "it Was Something Highly Technical, I Suppose? Something Requiring Mechanical Ability? Nothing As Simple As Tightening A Wire Or Flippin A Switch, Right?" Ben Reddened. Shelton Developed An Intrest In His Sneakers. Score One For Hi.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So Much Fluffier Than Mine.” He Took A Giant Whiff. “why Does Everything Girlie Smell So Delightful?” “because We Acknowledge The Importance Of Basic Hygiene. And Periodically Clean Our Bathrooms.” “brilliant. I Should Write That Down. After All, It Takes A Village.

Chance Wore A White Tuxedo With Tails. On Anyone Else? Doopy. On Him? Yes, Please.

I Do Interviews And Signings And Readings And All Of These People Just Hang Off My Every Word. And Then I Go Home And Have Dinner With My Family And Nobody Lets Me Get A Word In.

My Line Of Work Makes You Aware Of The Fragility Of Life. You Can Get Up In The Morning, Eat Your Cornflakes, Blow-dry Your Hair, Go To Work And End Up Dead.