Grandaddy's right: He's big bad John.
Tonight I was instructed to wait by the Hot Wheels track ... he'd be right back. Then I heard the silverware drawer open and there was shuffling. I got up, walked into the kitchen, and found him digging around in there. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just sorting these a little better."
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