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

Oh, you got it.

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.

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.

The 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 they're stuff out there.

But it's like, well, we're never going to know for real.

You can't go there.

I love to think about this as a puzzle.

And each of everyone of us is an integral piece.

That puts a big picture.

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