"I have a gift from Hotspur?" Sir Tele said to me. "Ohhh...it says 'USS Fiskdale?'"
"Sounds like a ship!" I said.
And not just any ship, but an ironclad--much like that of the Merrimac in design--and quite an impressive one with its smoke and cannons and size and...pilot. I watched as Sir Tele steered it around in the waters off Loch Avie. "Fire the cannon Sir!" I yelled. BOOM! There was much smoke and we determined that more ships were needed for a battle. "Can you imagine 4 or 5 of these at once?" he said.
"YES! And what a fantastic battle it would be!" I said.
We then saddled up and raced one another up the North-South road to Mayfair on horseback. I once turned Flashy into a building (blasted lag!) and still wheeled around in time to beat him. Sir Tele said that he gave me a "head start." Hmph, yes, that was it. Can you see me rolling my eyes? Tell yourself whatever helps you to sleep at night.
Do NOT make me have to shoot you in the knees again...