Must be annoying, dribbling down your chin, having folks wipe your mouth with napkins. We'll change that. Give you tree trunk legs, knotted and gnarled. They'll never wear out. Can't have my grandpa running into walls.
Time has to go.
It makes us old. It'll be you and me, the same age. I won't be your grandson anymore, but your best pal. We'll travel to Shanghai, 1920. Strut the alleyways in our sailor's whites.