 Honestly, has anybody ever called you a goodie-two-shoes? Hooray! Goodie-two-shoes. Alright, what does that even mean? That tree is my father. What does that even mean? It means he's half-tree. It's like, yes, I do wear two shoes. Those must be comfortable shoes. I bet you could walk all day shoes like that and not feel a thing. So it's to protect my two feet? I wish I had shoes like that. My feet hurt. And I do try to get a good pair of shoes. Well, I'm always sad. There's an awful lot you can tell about a person by their shoes. A pair meaning two shoes, which I believe is the primary form of purchase of shoes. Where they going? Where they being? You know, to do a good job protecting my two feet. I've won lots of shoes. And they're like, you spoiled fool. I bet if I think about it real hard, I could remember my first pair of shoes. When I was your age, we were so poor I could only afford one shoe. $2.50? How in the real do I get with that? So I guess that's about $0.50 a rib, huh? Let me get one. I had to wrap my other foot in duct tape. Right on. One out of, one out of ribs. No, no, no, no. One rib. And to get to school, I had to hop my way through waist-high snow for 40 miles. One way. One rib. I sure am hungry. Make that one rib to go. One rib. Each day, dang spoiled goody two shoes. Mama said they'd take me anywhere. She said they was my magic shoes.