Ricky Granite Does Not Scare Me (He Scares Me A Little)

Ricky Granite said WHAT about me?! He said I do not belong in the squared place?! He said I look like somebody's -- I heard what he said, okay, I HEARD IT, and I am not going to repeat it because Momma might be watching this feed right now and she gets upset when I raise my voice but I am RAISING IT, Ricky!!

I have charted every single constellation visible from my bedroom window. I have built fourteen model airplanes, twelve of which are still intact. I can identify a cedar waxwing by the shape of its feet alone!! These are the credentials of a DANGEROUS man, Ricky Granite, and you should probably write that down!!

I am sorry I said dangerous. That was -- I did not mean to say dangerous out loud. I apologize. I apologize for apologizing, that is also embarrassing, wow...

But here is the thing, Ricky. HERE IS THE THING. When that man with the stripes rings the little bell and we are both standing in the squared place under those lights that make my hair feel genuinely awful, I am going to do the ending part to you so fast that even Momma -- who does not think I can do ANY of this -- will have to admit that her Buster showed up and did it all by himself, which he absolutely will, probably, I think?