Love Means Never Having To Be Apart

It’s Wherever You Are. If It’s Tapped Into Any Of Your Senses, It Knows Where You Are And What You’re Doing.” Oh No, I Thought, My Spirits Sinking. I Hadn’t Considered That. Did That Mean Nothing I Did Was Ever Anymore? “even In The Bathroom?” The Gasman’s Eyes Widened With Surprise.

"i Feel Like, Like Pudding," Iggy Groaned. "pudding With Nerve Endings. Pudding In Great Pain."

Well, It's Like I Have A Gps Inside Me," I Told Them. "one Of The Talking Ones. I Tell It Where I Want To Go, And It Tells Me, Go Twenty Miles, Turn Left, Take Exit Ninety-fourm And So One. It Can Be Pretty Bossy, Frankly. Their Eyes Widened. "really?" Said One. No You Idiot," I Said In Disgust. "i Don't Know How It Works. I Just Know It Has An Unfailing Ability To Point Me In The Opposite Direction Of A Bunch Of Boneheads.

Tell Me Again What We're Doing Here," I Said, Running A Continuous Scan Of Our Surroundings. Fang Popped Some Cracker Jack Into His Mouth. "we're Here To Watch Manly Men Do Manly Things." I Followed Fang's Line Of Sight: He Was Watching The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, Who Were Not Doing Manly Things, By Any Stretch Of The Imagination.

It Was The Building From The Drawing In My Brain. And If You Don’t Think That’s A Weird Sentence, Maybe You Should Reread It.