Scooter!

Every night for about a year, when turning out the light I say good night to Scooter. I’ll say good night, then a little something funny or whatever, always ending “good night, Scooter.” Last night I started laughing, imagining that after all this time he’s been staying up night wondering what the hell it is I say to him. “OMG what’d he say? What do I do? I mean am I supposed to DO something, is he getting me all fired up to do something? Goddammit, man!”

Now all I can do is picture staring at the ceiling in total darkness, wondering.

"Nunchucks? Is it trouble, should I get the nunchucks? Do we...have any nunchucks? What ARE nunchucks, if you don't mind me asking?"