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Yeah, But They're Purple Pants," Bobby Said As If That Made Some Kind Of Distinction. "hence, I'm Awesome.

I Predict A Long Reign Ahead Of You. Years Of Being Referred To As Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, My Liege, My Queen, My Lovely.” “i Don’t Think That Last One Is A Formal Title,” I Said. “it Should Be.

And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen That Little Melodrama Play Out Between You And That Other Tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s His Name?

My Mama Didn't Raise Any Fools And She Didn't Raise Any Heroes.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.