Hank: “Quiet, you hypocrite insurgent, while I attempt to see where it is we are.”
“I feel rather chipper thanks for asking, Hank. The legs are working well, too, I think? We’re at a place called CALMA, or something. I dislike running errands, so let’s stay here and play. It’s good exorcisms anyhow.”
“You’re making a fool out of yourself by scaling that lamppost like a feral rodent. Do not become an inferior.”
“How can I impossibly do that when I’m here running, or something.”
“It’s a saying, you selfish observer.”
“Shellfish oyster, where? Please tell me the secret hiding place.”
“Now that you’re off the pole, I must omit I was kidding.”
“That was real mean getting my hopes up and all. Look out, I’m going skinny dipping. And around and around I go, like zing and zang quick. Lightning dynamite speedy.”
“Get down, you look like a rodeo clown. You will direct your king on where to go.”
“Which way to Lully Hood?”
“The world may never know, for we are to feast in the valley of bones perpetuated by this tangled mess.”
“It’s like one a them trees filled with kitties, monkeys and stuff. I wished I had my machete. Do you think any a them bad begums are going to bruise myself?”
“With any luck.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a turn on these pole things? It’s like a carousel without a horsey.”
“I decline your offer, thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me a stroke of genius. I now know where we should go. This building is one of them artistic institutions. My personal feelings aside, we must scour the intestines of this decrepit hole and learn about the different transforms so to better relate with ‘L.A. people’. Every nation is represented within this tiny intersection of road so it would suit us best to learn and relearn. What better way to do that then to study the formation that brings society together.”
“What’s a spociety?”
“A society is a population at large. Come, much exploring is ahead of us.”
“But, how do we create movement while we’re still between metallic trees?”
“Push your way through.”
“No, Hank, I don’t want to hurt tree friend’s feeling.”
“Push.”
“Why did you just run me over?”
“Because there are many places needing exploring. For instance, we should really go back and visit our trusty dinosaur friends.”
“You mean it?”
“Fool, the art museum awaits.”
“But, I want to visit sours. Fine, but you owe me a balloon.”
Hank and Duke amongst the LACMA lamposts
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Duke: “Can’t see me, not even now, can’t see me.”
Hank: “Quiet, you hypocrite insurgent, while I attempt to see where it is we are.”
“I feel rather chipper thanks for asking, Hank. The legs are working well, too, I think? We’re at a place called CALMA, or something. I dislike running errands, so let’s stay here and play. It’s good exorcisms anyhow.”
“You’re making a fool out of yourself by scaling that lamppost like a feral rodent. Do not become an inferior.”
“How can I impossibly do that when I’m here running, or something.”
“It’s a saying, you selfish observer.”
“Shellfish oyster, where? Please tell me the secret hiding place.”
“Now that you’re off the pole, I must omit I was kidding.”
“That was real mean getting my hopes up and all. Look out, I’m going skinny dipping. And around and around I go, like zing and zang quick. Lightning dynamite speedy.”
“Get down, you look like a rodeo clown. You will direct your king on where to go.”
“Which way to Lully Hood?”
“The world may never know, for we are to feast in the valley of bones perpetuated by this tangled mess.”
“It’s like one a them trees filled with kitties, monkeys and stuff. I wished I had my machete. Do you think any a them bad begums are going to bruise myself?”
“With any luck.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a turn on these pole things? It’s like a carousel without a horsey.”
“I decline your offer, thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me a stroke of genius. I now know where we should go. This building is one of them artistic institutions. My personal feelings aside, we must scour the intestines of this decrepit hole and learn about the different transforms so to better relate with ‘L.A. people’. Every nation is represented within this tiny intersection of road so it would suit us best to learn and relearn. What better way to do that then to study the formation that brings society together.”
“What’s a spociety?”
“A society is a population at large. Come, much exploring is ahead of us.”
“But, how do we create movement while we’re still between metallic trees?”
“Push your way through.”
“No, Hank, I don’t want to hurt tree friend’s feeling.”
“Push.”
“Why did you just run me over?”
“Because there are many places needing exploring. For instance, we should really go back and visit our trusty dinosaur friends.”
“You mean it?”
“Fool, the art museum awaits.”
“But, I want to visit sours. Fine, but you owe me a balloon.”
“On your own time. Now, come.”
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