“so when are you gonna make me dinner bucko,” i said.
“don’t call me bucko,” the TTHM siad.
“why can’t i call you bucko?”
“because i don’t like to be called bucko.”
“can i call you bub?”
“no!”
“can i call you pal?”
“no.”
“what can i call you? ”
“you can call me pumpkin.”
“pumpkin?”
“yes, pumpkin.”
“i can call you pumpkin?”
“yes, only one woman ever called me pumpkin, she was very special.”
“how about punkin?”
“no.”
“can i call you my sweet baboo?”
“yes, you can call me your sweet baboo.”