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Slower in my 'old age'? Hardly.

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Keep telling yourself that, gramps.

Aw. You worried about being put in the home? Or the pound? *grins*

'Gramps'? C'mon, Wade, y'can do a lot better than that.

Betcha I'd find a new home within a week.

So much for respecting the elderly...so tell me. What do you use when you run out of Depends?

That's easy. I just piss in your shoes.

If that were the case then it would mean you still have full control over your bladder, which I don't think you do, and are merely wearing the diapers as a fashion statement.

Just when we thought you only stunk because you didn't bathe.

Old age? I find that, somewhat, hard to believe.

Aww, ain't that cute. I'm flattered, darlin'.

Your other acquaintances seem to be less believing about that.

What can I say, I look good for my age.

And, if you don't mind my asking, what may that be?

Let's just say I was probably already knockin' back liquor when your great-great grandmomma wasn't even a glint in the milkman's eye.

Oh please. I stink 'cause you're always spoutin' so much bullshit.

[ a small smile ] I find that to be rather unlikely.

Would this face lie to you?

Apparently so, if you are to be the age that you claim.

How old is old, exactly?

Well, alright, so maybe I do tell the odd little white one here an' there. But I'm still older than Grandma.

Old for you is probably, what, thirty?

I'm eighteen, not twelve. Old to me is somewhere along the lines of eighty, but age isn't a big deal for someone like me.

You're still quick enough to keep me on my toes. *smirks*

Great, wanna hook up?

... what?

That was your toes? Thought it was your back.

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