“What do I do?” asked Jack, "I feel like I'm just going to humiliate myself."
      "Don't be self conscious, we're family. How about you try to get my hat from me?"
      "It is pretty cool," Jack smirked, "when'd you get it, back when the Rock Classics hour was all new?"
      "I think so, maybe about forty years ago, held up pretty well."
Jack was silent.
      "Ha I remember fishing it out from the bottom of Harlan Bay once.. A family of little crabs was living in it. ...Good times."
      "Let's rule that out as our next training location..."

     "Hey Farley," Vitus said into his somewhat outdated cell phone, "where are you tonight?"
     "Oh great," a gruff voice on the other end responded, "Dragomir build a better rat trap?"
     "No. Well, maybe... that's besides the point. I'd like someone to meet you, for education."
     "Education in what? Freakology? Advanced Monsters? Weirdos 101? ...Ha fuck it, I don't care. Haul your pale ass to the Place2B."