The yoomans hab been borgheen' me again. Leddeen' me oud ob the red coad to wash "onder soophair beesion". Sheet. When I try to wash the mose' eemportan' plaze, arn my tormy, they yomp orp and say Nooooooooo, Estorbo! Doan' maghe leecky leecky there, eed ees sore plaze!
*&%$#@!!*&^ I know! Doan' you know cadleeck ees anteesepteec???
No! They cry, you hab O.L.D. Obseseeb leeckeen' deesorder an' you doan' know when to starp.
I know how to maghe you starp, I say. Prepare por attagh:
Doan' worree, the Smoothman ees beeg. He has lards ob spare blord.