texts: How are you, Bill? </s> <s> Doin' pretty good. Got a sick tiller here. What's got you down this way? </s> <s> Just thought I'd check on Karl and see if everything's working out.
labels: Well, he's pretty quiet. Except for them rackets and breathin' things he does. Ain't threatened me with a killin' or anything.  But boy you couldn't of been more right about him fixin' things. That son of a bitch is a regular Eli Whitney on a lawnmower. Loves french fries. Eats four larges and don't even so much as belch. I'm proud to have him.