I don't think those kids are ever coming back for their free dictionary. And now, there's my anger again, down my nose and through my teeth. It's the end of the line for that bus my shadow drives. So everyone off!
I'll put no trust in that ancient engine. Call it in. Book it.
But when they come around with chips on their shoulders and a bear on a leash, asking for pancakes, you better believe I'm going to make some goddamn pancakes. And I judge that you would too.
Something like that, 'cept I've greater affinity for French toast.... :-)