Then, I tromped over to my little tree-cabin to grab a clean pair of jeans while Click busied himself by chatting up a few birds. My curiosity got the best of me, so I tuned in with my druid senses to see if the birds had anything to say. Of course, the conversation turned out to be one-sided, which further solidified my opinion that Click was ninety-nine percent batshit crazy.
There's a lot of "batshit crazy" going around
