"I have a racket going", he said.
"What'd ya say. I can't hear you from all that racket!"
"I have a racket going. I'm making rackets. Tennis rackets. Badminton rackets. Ping-pong rackets."
"I want in," I said.
So he gave me the business.
And I took what I had coming.
Then he hit the roof.
After he came down from hitting the roof – he fixed a leak in the shingles -- he told me to hit the road.
So I went outside, with his hammer, the same one he used on the roof, and I hit the road.
Then I asked him why?
He said it was none of my business.
But I reminded him he gave me the business.
Then he decided to clam up.
I prefer oysters I told him, that was my world.
He said not to be wise.
I said wisdom comes with age.
He said I was being smart.
I told him I'm the smarted guy in the room.
He asked if the room had a view.
"Boy, what a view," I answered. "On a clear day you can see forever."
"What does forever look like?"
"It looks the same way you would look, like maybe standing tall and peering through binoculars."
Oh no, I can't go on with this foolishness any longer. Thank god I ran out of time.
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