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...What does that mean? Giving you sweaters?

That she's thoughtful.

And I'm sure Sally can think of something to do with the models.

Well, they're very nice sweaters.

I hope you remembered your manners and said "thank you".

...of course I did. Why wouldn't I have? It's not like I'm some...immature...child...

Of course you aren't.

You're older than I am.

And therefore smarter.

Also: More likely to experience erectile dysfunction.

Ah, but there's the beauty, Dick: not in this body I'm not.

Well, if I'm any example to go by, you shouldn't worry.

I don't. And also our bodies aren't actually related, you know.

Yes, I do know. But I am an example of the human male, roughly middle aged!

Middle aged?

Don't you think that's being a little generous?

...Even if I'm fifty, some humans live to be a hundred.

Some. And I'm pretty sure they aren't happy about it.

...

I am not old.

Nah, I'm old.

But you're a little old.

You're very, very old.

I am young. A spring chicken.

I know.

And sure you are, Peanut. But "Dick Solomon" is not.

...Young man! I am your High Commander and...and I am your father! Show some respect. Or something.

Not my real father.

Show you something? Don't tempt me, Junior.

Don't take that tone with me, you old geezer.

I'm your elder. I'll take whatever tone I want.

I am the High Commander!

...touche.