I haven't seen you for a while, Clyde. Yeah, I had to have some surgery. Oh, too bad. The doctor told me that while I was under anesthesia I became quite talkative. I kept telling everyone about my cat, Russell, and how he can balance a basketball on his nose and whistle "FÃ¼r Elise." Wow, I didn't even know you had a cat. I don't.
I like the way grampa sleeps with his mouth open. Can I have some miniature marshmallows? No, you may not. How come? I've told you before, grampa's mouth is not there for you to play marshmallow basketball with. Aww! Zzz.