I Wonder If You Can

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

I Write Every Day. Even If I'm Not Writing Well, I Write Through It. I Can Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank One.

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

Dinner's In One Hour. If You're Not Back, Sitting At The Table, I'll Beat You All Unconscious With A Spatula.

You Are Wise As Well As Short." "i Can Also Break Bricks With My Bare Hands." "that's A Handy Skill If You Ever Find Yourself Walled Up In The Basement Of An Abandoned House By A Psychopath.