I was in the middle of biscuits and gravy at the Come-On-Give-Us-One-More-Chance Diner when Morton Trubletoof sets down in my booth. It didn’t bother me, but it meant that I had to watch what I said to make certain it didn’t set him off with his questions. “Howdy, order yourself some food.”
He says, “Well, thank you there. It’s nice of you to buy my breakfast.”
I already made myself the first mistak…