"Jazz, since you know all . . ."

"Does this have to do with ghosts?"

". . . no."

"Girls?"

". . . no."

"Your delicate psyche becoming even more unbalanced due to your subborn insistance to shoulder the world on your own while trying to pass high school and keep your double identity at secret all at the same time, along with the typical adolescent mindscape fluctuation . . . and having to deal with OUR parents, who would be enough for any teenager even without the whole trying-to-kill-your-secret-other-half dilemma adding onto it, as well as the fact that there's a even more unstable millionaire after our mother and you?"

". . . huh?"

"Do. We. Need. To. Talk."

"No. I just have a question, Jazz, geez!"

". . . I get the feeling I'm gonna have to sit down for this, or I'm gonna fall over from laughter later."

"Oh, shaddup!"

"Ha ha . . . what was your question, Danny?"

"The Gettysburg Address is about 286 words, right?"

"Yeah . . ."

"And the Declaration of Independence has 1,322 words."

". . . how do you know?"

". . . printouts by Mr. Lancer. Tuck and I counted."

" . . . are you sure of the number?"

"Positive."

"How positive?"

"Really positive."

"'Really' is a relative term, Danny. How positive?"

". . . we counted, as in more than once."

". . . and . . ."

"Well, five times, really."

"Five? Danny, you're supposed to be paying attention! Your grades are bad enough!"

"Jazz."

"Danny!"

"I'd like to see you pay attention to Lancer during one of those lectures! Be glad we counted, when we could have been sleeping and gettin' back all the sleep we've lost thanks to the ghosts!"

". . . I'll grant you that one."

"It would have been six, really, but the bell rang just as we were nearing the end."

"Danny . . . please, don't get stuck on one topic. Keep going."

"Anyways! If things that are really important to our country – like the Gettysburg Address and the Declaration of Independence – are so important, they'd have a lot of words, like they do. Logical?"

"Yeah. Danny, you already knew that . . ."

"Well, here's the real question: why, then, are the governmental regulations on the sales of cabbage totaling in at 26,911 words? Shouldn't it have less? A lot less?"

" . . . ahahahaha!"

"I'm serious, Jazz! Cabbage? Of all things, why cabbage?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Shaddup! Jazz, I'm not kidding - I wanna know!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"SHADDUP!"