oooooh dwight, you so mean!!
dwight just mad i won't answer that last question he asked me......
dwight: "are you my daddy?"
Sirgrayhorn: "no dwight, i just come over sometimes to play with your mommy in the dark, i'm not your daddy, sorry."
dwight:"oh, ok."
Sirgrayhorn: "hey don't be so down buddy, try asking her 3:00 when he gets here, whats his name? postman Greg? he might be the one. now go to your room and play some AoM ok i think your mommy is ready for me now."
*number flashes and voice calls on intercom*
"now serveing customer 4.5.4.6.9"
But just as the smoke cleared, a red cloak of silk burnt and battle worn blew past the fire, and from the buring embers of the catapault Sir Grayhorn emerged, Jalmal's Bain still strongly grasped in his right hand and his kite shield lined with steel pierced with arrows held high in his left. The hero had endured.