Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of useless to argue this type of point with such low-live scum. They do not deserve that much leverage, needless to say. But I digress. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, anyway, if you were looking for that Totaled Woman, you will not find her here. Morgan was her name, but I do not know much more than that. I reaent having to pay for the crimes of some other unknown excessively verbose person who I never met. I have no connection whatsoever to Morgan. I only hear these things online later from various sources.  

My car was totalled in a car wreck, but that is a different story for another time.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it was sort of weird the way you were talking about your Fascist background, as if that were something special. Not really at top of mind, but if you insist on resurrecting a machine that kills fascists, maybe we could also find that song on Youtube. All the songs that I never heard of can be found on Youtube nowadays, but back in the day it would have seemed puzzling. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how could we have failed to notice, by this time, that the Wilsons are stuck in Iran with their Persian cousins. I cannot help them with that. I have no clue whatsoever about that, other than the sun rises very morning, the seasons come and go. I have no solution for the the Wilsons of Iran. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that Bruce Brock hates my guts. But who cares about that? He was nobody, just some guy on a summer internship. Yes, I killed a living sand dollar. I did feel guilty about that, especially after Bruce Brock got through berating and rebuking for committing murder. And it was such cute little sand dollar, the way its little tentacles move through the sand very slowly. I can't run very quickly from evil me, so I killed it and added it to my collectioin. But that was cheating. Everything else in my seashell collection died in the natural way and was collected later, which is the proper order of collecting specimens, not the reverse. Sorry about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine there being anything personal that I would need to discuss with sucky Italian FBI agents. There is just nothing that I can say about that. What? What do you want? How ridiculous can you be? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the only time that I was assigned to do a role play in Miss Marken's 10th grade English class, I was assigned to perform a skit with Mosca, his nickname being 'Fly." He was sort of an idiot, more so than I had originally thought, because the idea of the skit was the most ridiculous and unimaginable thing, and I had no idea what my role was supposed to be or what to say about that. I somehow stammered through it as quickly as possible, forgetting what was that about or what did I say. 

I later noticed that he was Thomas Hill's protegé. Maybe you should be asking Tom about that, because I have no idea what that was about.