Fried catfish for lunch. Once around town, my good man. That would be me. Follow us. OK, throw the switch in the trolley and then I'll short out this contactor (this happened). “I need the spark to light my smoke” (OK, not this part). U-boat raid on Little Rock. They wouldn't let me drive, in spite of being the only passenger. Truth in advertising. You dropped the keys where? Arkansas. Repeat after me, this is Arkansas. Run for it. 'Sup holmes? I've never seen any chess players in the Flying Saucer…but I'm ready. And, so it was.