One Question... † †(***semi-filler***)
Porcupine: One question.
Jim: What is it?
Porcupine: Why are we doing this?
Jim: So people donít... ask questions.
Porcupine: Okay, okay, one more?
Can I ask one more?
Jim: Go ahead... we have all Day...
Porcupine: Why are there a few lines of poetry,
Scattered here and there?
Jim: Because sometimes, my little friend...
I have to... talk to Myself.