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I’m too loud. I can’t believe it. I’m never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody. Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine. You okay, is everything alright? Where the hell are they. Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?
Oh. Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don’t have enough roads to get up to 88. When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. Wrecked? You got a permit for that?
This sounds pretty heavy. That’s a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with their patients. Go to it, kid. Hey, hey, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space. This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father. I, I don’t know.