Hey, y'all, I notice that Mr. Berman-Gorvine wrote about me and Rachel visiting him as if we are some kinds of pests or something. And here I thought we were bein' all friendly-like! He's just an old bald grump, you ask me. The only thing that seems to make him happy is blathering about postmodernism, whatever that is.
Sorry to cut this short, but I got me a rocket to Venus to catch. Bye for now!