Awww, fellers, I wuz jest tryin’ to have a lil fun. Ain’t nuthin serious about it. Yew see, about ten weeks ago they done cracked me open in the middle of the chest and yanked some hose from my left leg and the uther side of my chest and replumbed my ticker. No pun intended, but it ain’t fer the faint of heart. Glad to be upright and breathing air, but two problems: no more evercleer and I done see ghosts now. I reely did like the cleer and I ain’t reel fond of the ghosts. I done blowd three holes in the ceiling with 12 shootin at ‘em. But I am startin to git used to ‘em.