It's All About Me

Psst!

Hey, psst!

Over here.

Listen. She's out of the room and thinks I'm still under the bed, but I sneaked out to tell you something. I've been reading that book she forced on me, and I have a few things to say about all the nonsense it contains.

First of all, the guy who wrote that book doesn't–

Oh, hell's bells, here she comes, chocolate Pepsi and all, ice tinkling in the glass like bells. I'll just tell you later.