“You just
don’t get it, do you?” Colonel Sanders said, clicking his tongue. “You are one
major dimwit. Is your brain made out of jello, you spineless twit? A leaf? What do you think I am, one of
those magical raccoons? I’m a concept,
get it? Con-cept! Concepts and
raccoons aren’t exactly the same, now are they? What a dumb thing to say…Do you
really think I went over to the real estate agent’s, filled out all the forms,
bargained with them to lower the rent? Ridiculous!”
“I have a
secretary take to take care of temporal
things. My secretary gets all the necessary documents and things together. What
do you expect?”
“Ah-so you
have a secretary!”
