At Honda, we decided to stop listening to what Kastu for a moment,

and instead start listening to all the things Hanz do.

They carry scratch, open clothes, zip, chop, spread,

shakes, poor, mix, fix, fold, type, tear.

Isn't it time we gave Hanz a rest?

With Keel's entry, a tailgate that opens with the wave of a foot,

voice controlled into tapent and automatically adjusting seats.

The Honda CRV hybrid. What do you think, Hanz?

Honda with power of dreams, available on selected graves.

A lot of you guys talk about my Gumbata Alley Boy, and yes, for more stories.

I told you there's a hundred stories with me and Hanz.

I'm going to tell you one. It involves me, my Gumbata Alley Boy, and Louis Milito.

Louis Milito was also, he went to school for it, a professional lock picker.

Years ago, the phones were in phone booths. It was a quarter or a dime,

a nickel, and you would make calls. The money would fall down into a box.

He lined how to open that black door that was on the front.

A little silver box was on the inside. We'd take it out, empty it, and take the money.

So he talked to me, my Gumbata Alley Boy, we were all, all of us were pretty close.

And asked us to do it and help him as a team.

So Ily Boy would generally be in the car. Louis would go in the phone booth,

pick up the phone, put it by his ear on his shoulder.

So his two hands could work the lock. I would stand in the phone booth as well.

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