[ The comes from so far out of left field that Hector doesn't even have a moment to be polite and say things like, "Nice to meet you, Lalli!" or, "I hope the storm hasn't been too bad for you so far, Lalli!" Instead, he bursts out laughing. He's never heard himself framed in that way before. He can't even find the energy to be mad about it. ]
Old? Guess I am getting old.
[ He runs his forefinger and thumb over his mustache and beard. ]
prayin 4 the non-potatoification of ur computer
Old? Guess I am getting old.
[ He runs his forefinger and thumb over his mustache and beard. ]
Never had a master.