Thousands of ears ago, before the down of Manny as we knew him, an eclectic eggplant everses eagerly to the docks. You remember the ducks, don't I? I was told there wouldn't be ducks involved, and the distinguishing asbestos atheist in the corner will gladly reconfirm this if you give him a dollop. You don't have a trollop, though. You sold them to that dashing young johnny. Can't say I blame you. Well, he could, and it'd be true, but then we wouldn't would have one, would we?