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Okay, I'm not going to lie: maybe... just maybe... I
might have noticed just a couple of unusual things happening over the years. But what do I know? I was born in The Week Of The Needle Junky. I'm probably just hallucinating again. Hey, can you spare me 5 bucks? (I don't mean just one of you, I mean ALL OF YOU. Line up, over there by the pile of empty violin and cello cases.) I'll give it right back... I just need it for a “time travel” thing.
Yeah, that's the ticket. Maybe you want a hamburger while I'm out? NO, YOU DON'T. *SLAM.*
There.
Now. I think that was the last one.
I think we're alone now. It's about time I explain to you all why I've gathered you here together on this day.
But first... let's go to the mall. AB is just about ready for a close-up. Say “pomegranite,” Cheese Dick.