Nice, Daddy-O. Let's get some jive goin' for the drive. It's a long road, and there's no-one like Bird to make for a smooth ride through the Night in Tunsia on our way to Weirdsville.

Brother, congratulations on the ankle-biter! You were sharp to agitate the gravel when you did- sounds like she pegged you as a square needin' some roundin' out. Just give her some time, keep telling her you love her and it will all be Fat City.

But big brother, your music ain't got no melody and not enough pop. You want fire, I'm gonna fire up the radio with Slim G's Hellzapoppin' to get your ears sparkin'.

Hey brother, I could use a lift - gonna ride the rails from there to Interzone. You know Paradise, right? I ain't seen Sal in a while and he's been partying there with Old Bull Lee for about sixty years now.