(xx) Vic is Boss for a Day

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the kitchen we find our friend Russell all by himself. The young man is at the telephone chatting discursively with his close friend Smelly Clark.

Listen. I said, Bluetooth, you owe me $0.12 and I need the money. He said, I will gladly give you 500 reasons why I'm not in a position to pay you your $0.12. I don't want any 500 reasons. I said, I want the cold cash.

He said, all right, I'll give you six hundred reasons why I'm not in a position to pay Blue tooth Johnson for you. Yeah. Oh, he's got more brains in our horse Oh Oh, hexemally I'd venture to go so far as to make the statement and blue tooth Johnson's got more brains than our

Fruper Bernie Jeffers and kind McSparle put together Sure, oh Geez Molly. I don't know about that. Never thought about it before for human beings brains might possibly be a solid they might possibly be a liquid I kind of got the halfway notion they're in the order of putty yeah I order oh oh just a second some of the hi that you market yeah where's my mother

woman I don't know only been home a few minutes is she at the grocery store I have a despite his idea who's on the telephone and smell it car we're discussing human brains oh boy hot dog our human brain the solid are they a liquid. The very closely resemble wild roses. Do you imagine your mother's over to Ms. Timbuddings?

I don't know, Guff. Is there some excitement? A little. Who you up and get through with Smelly there and I'll tell you all about it. Okay. Oh, excuse the delay, Tha. See, I guess we better postpone our chat till later on. Something of our present nature demands my particular attention just now.