Knock! Knock!

Someone wasa at ma dressin room door. I's hopin it was tha feller runnin tha show so we's could get paid. I went to tha door, opened it an there wasa youngin standin'er.

"Can I hepp ya?" I asked kinda confused on why he wasa there.

Tha shy youngin looked up at me an smiled showin his backer peppered teeth.

"Ya gotta see'is." He said lowly as he pert near shoved his fone up ma nose.

"Sorry kid, I ain't knowin much bout them there thangs, I dunno how ta work'it." I said as I felt kinda dumb since'iss youngin wuttin but prolly 10 ta 12 an he coulda us it.

"Here, jus touch tha screen an it'll play." He said as he held it up ta me again.

I touched it an there was ole Dragon Jones. I couldn't figure out how he got on'at boys lil fone.

Anyway, I seen him sittin'er ina dark like room lookin awful constipated as he watched'at old tub'd TV.

He says sumthin bout not bein able ta do a moonsault. Well I rekon'ats where we differ, if'n I can't do it, I ain't gon try it again. I guess'at shows ya who's tha smarter of us two, huh.

This fellar cusses a lil ta mych fer ma taste.

He goes on ta say'at he's hopin ta be able ta run ma skull thru Lone Wolf's chest. Now'ats highly unlikely in ma opinion.

I may not be tha smartest man in tha world but I don rekon he'll be throwin ma round anywhere.

I turned round an looked'at Mr. Ellis. "This ole Dragon fellar is nuttier'an a loon at tha psych ward. Heck, he may live in one, I dunno. That there place he wasa in looked kinda sketchy."

"Ah boy pay him no never mind, I rekon'at boy done been in tha loony ben befer but I dunno if'n that wasa rumor er if it were tha truth." Mr. Ellis said.

I ain't know if'n Mr. Ellis wasa tryin ta scare me er if'n he wasa tryin ta make a joke an get ma mind off thangs.

Either way I wasn't ta worried bout ole Dragon, well lessin he had them scales er claws, then I prolly won't rassle'em. I'd ferfit'at match ina heart beat. I ain't gettin no diseese from nobody lessin its ole Kim.

"Boy ya ready ta head on down ta Salt Lake City, Utah? We gunna have a whole heck ofa long drive ahead of us. I ain't lookin ferward ta tha drive neither. So pack ta crap, dump in tha pot and fill ya water jug up so we can kick this pig." Mr. Ellis said.

"I be ready in less'an ten minutes Mr. Ellis. Gotta dump an fill ma jug an we'll head out on'at lonely lonesome highway." I replied.

"I don't care, jus hurry up boy." Mr. Ellis said wiff a cough.

Mr. Ellis headed out tha door as I went ta use tha pot.

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