We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways.

Oh, you got it, man.

One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere.

Like the time I cut the ferry over to Shelbyville,

I needed a new heel for my shoe.

So I decided to go to Morganville,

which is what they call Shelbyville in those days.

So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time.

Now, to take the ferry, cost a nickel.

And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them.

Give me five pieces for a quarter, you'd say.

Now, where were we?

Oh, yeah.

The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt,

which was the style at the time.

T-B-T-L!

I got recognized on the street today.

Guy had already met me, and then forgotten he met me,

and then recognized me from TV, and then remembered me again.

What a space. Like, what is that about?

I don't actually think that that space is real.

I think people just keep saying that it's real and saying that,

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