“Nothing little about it. You were a major fathead,” remarked Stevie.
Will you please stay away from my brain, Stevie?
“Oh, all right.”
Now where was I? Ah, yes. I went from being a minor fathead to—
“Being a major fathead,” said Stevie, with a guffaw.
“Stevie!” said Dana.
“But he’s asking for it!” protested Stevie.
“If you can’t respect your partner’s private space, consider yourself suspended from active duty. Is that what you want? No? Then please behave.”
“Some partner,” grumbled Stevie. “Can’t even take an innocent little joke.”
So. Recapitulating here for a moment. I went from being a selfish fathead—that all right with you, Stevie?—to realizing how much humans mean to me, and wanting, more than anything, to save them from harm. In other words, I went from being an egotist to being an altruist. Of sorts. That about covers it, Dana?
“It does,” said Dana, well pleased. “You can consider yourself recruited, Agent Tom.
“Finally,” sighed Stevie.
“Finally,” I agreed.