It's a bit nippy this morning. Aren't you cold, Clyde? No, not really. Ever since I got struck by lightning I don’t feel the cold. You got struck by lightning? I did? No, I don’t think so. I'm pretty sire I'd remember that. But it sure is cold here.
I'm bored, grampa! Oh, don’t waste your time being bored, Nelson. Life is like a swift-flying meteor, a flash of lightning. You've got to savor every fleeting moment of it. I don’t have anything to do. Where's Nelson? I sent him outside to savor some weed-pulling.