Byron, thanks for riding me around the house here. But, now I'm bored. Nate can have you back.
Here you go, Nate. I'm bored with it. I think the batteries are low.
Crazy Harry, please quit trying to hide your pyrotechnics under your bed; it clutters my way. Remember, we're on bunk beds, and you're storing them on my pillow!! Gives me an explosive head-ache and...oh! LOOK!!
Pretty, pretty bubbles...
*starts to wonder where the pretty champagne music is coming from, and why he suddenly feels like doing a polka...*