"Hey, Dobie old pal."

"Yeh, Maynard?"

"You should meet this real neat guy who did my experiment in chemistry class."

"What's his name?"

"Like man, he's 5 foot 10 inches tall, got hazel eyes, and the shortest brown hair you've ever seen."

"Look Maynard, I just asked his name."

"Oh, it's Bob 'Slim' Petkus." "Say, isn't he the guy who was supposed to crown the queen at the Christmas formal last year? He dropped the crown and it rolled down the steps before he could catch it."

"Man, like that's him. You know what he hates the most? People who walk down the wrong side of the halls"

"How did you find this out?"

"Like, I asked him! He's got the wierdest taste, he loves southern fried chicken and man, you should see him argue about the honor study hall system. He thinks some of those kids aren't very honorable and just want to get into the lounge to eat goodies, yum, yum."

"Maynard, you're the only guy I know who can talk about food and honor in the same breath."

"Well gosh, Dobie! Man, like can he wrestle and play football and he's in M‑Club . . . ."

"Hold it Maynard! Can he play the bongos?"

"Gee, I don't know Dobie, I'd better ask him."