i didn't tell you to say that.

it's made of gold, this core. shiny shiny gold. pure and polished and indestructible. sometimes people have to look away. sometimes people can't stop staring. sometimes they nudge their neighbour and point.

can you blame them?

and light as a feather, too. if you can imagine that? you can imagine anything. that's exactly the point. and where you can't is where your problems begin.

something about a guy who freezes poop to make a knife to kill a dog to make a sled. now that's imagination, my friend. and this is how we survive. that's a true story.

probably even other dogs pulled the sled! how messed up and crazy smart and indestructible is that?

though i'm not so sure how this guy would measure up on this so called intelligence quotient.

*ahem* uh, sir. we're measuring in google hit points now.

the dollar is insane, mikey, have you seen it?