I like having enough sleep

That way I can remember my dreams.

JC apparently makes a nice neighbor - he mows his grass, and he lets us use his trampoline when we've got our boat (Dad's piloting it, of course) docked at home. There was some sort of reunion thing going on, and I got technicolor tattoos painted all over my arms and back. Nothing permanent, thank god - I don't think I'd want to keep the men at work sign on my arm.

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So Lance is the organized one? Keeper of the schedule?

"What are we doing tomorrow night, Lance?"

"Same thing we do every night, Chris: try to take over the world."