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Is that banjo music I hear?
might as well be.
Well, is that Jasper’s flotation device?
no. but it’s his muzzle.
Have you ever tried it on yourself?
Ah…that’s the man I know and love!
. . . not that I believe Deron should muzzle himself. It’s just my sense that Deron’s not afraid to experiment.
The tattoo on that guy’s forearm looks just like Deron’s.
Sheila, I was wearing it.
It’s definitely a look.
Deron, I’m still, eh, processing that.
take all the time you need.
I do. And I will. Believe me.
Uncle! You win! You win!
(Unless someone still in the running (Cindy?) bests this most glorious worst.)
It’s fabulous, I say. Fayab-you-lus!
(Deron, you’re scaring me now, stop it.)
Di-di-ding. Din-ding Ding Ding Din-ding.
ReeeEEEnhnk!
Thnlckck, thnlckck. (OK, anyone, please. Please spell a snort.)
ReEEEeenhnk!
thank you, Rick. I’m humbled.
Okay, I give up. There’s no way I can compete with this. I’m out. Or, in the words of the great Dignan: “He’s out. And you’re out, too. And I dont think I’m in, either. No gang!”
I can’t concentrate unless the gun is on the table.
Is that banjo music I hear?
might as well be.
Well, is that Jasper’s flotation device?
no. but it’s his muzzle.
Have you ever tried it on yourself?
Ah…that’s the man I know and love!
. . . not that I believe Deron should muzzle himself. It’s just my sense that Deron’s not afraid to experiment.
The tattoo on that guy’s forearm looks just like Deron’s.
Sheila, I was wearing it.
It’s definitely a look.
Deron, I’m still, eh, processing that.
take all the time you need.
I do. And I will. Believe me.
Uncle! You win! You win!
(Unless someone still in the running (Cindy?) bests this most glorious worst.)
It’s fabulous, I say. Fayab-you-lus!
(Deron, you’re scaring me now, stop it.)
Di-di-ding.
Din-ding
Ding
Ding
Din-ding.
ReeeEEEnhnk!
Thnlckck, thnlckck. (OK, anyone, please. Please spell a snort.)
ReEEEeenhnk!
thank you, Rick. I’m humbled.
Okay, I give up. There’s no way I can compete with this. I’m out.
Or, in the words of the great Dignan:
“He’s out. And you’re out, too. And I dont think I’m in, either. No gang!”
I can’t concentrate unless the gun is on the table.