The Talker just had one of his earth shattering revelations. He is watching Monster's Inc. instead of napping. And his observation, fueled by a combination of too little napping and a lot of juice, came out as quick as his mouth would move:
That's Mike. Mike is my daddy. Not the Mike with one eye. The one with two eyes and legs. That's my daddy, Mike. Not the green one. The big one with the hat.
No one else was in the room with him while this monolouge was running. I guess he was providing his own director's commentary.
12 years ago
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