Sure we can!!

Sure we can.

Grrr and Bob wanted the new satellite TV for Bob's home and Grrr's cave.
Now the system was $1295 bucks and installation was 250 bucks so the guys figured, what the heck, we will do it and save that loot for coffee and root beer.

Grrr used his size control ring to grow to his full 65 feet and Bob stood on his shoulders and connected things. 

"Lets see pal, cables color coded connected and watertight?" Grrr asked
"Check" said Bob.
"Power supply in place?"
"Check"
"Grounding?"
"Check"
"OK pal, I think we got it." said Grrr as he returned to human size and Bob jumped off.
The two pals picking up can and cup on the way to the "Lair" Stef and Gretta insisted on calling it a "Den" but it was a LAIR. got comfortable in their favorite old chairs, pushed the button on the remote and ... and " The Shopping Channel" came on...

OK..so he tried again and "Dr. Oz" came on.

Bob reached over and said "Give me that!" he punched in the "Military Channel"...and "Cheaters" came on. Smacking the remote in his hand, he tried for the Science fiction channel.
"Big Brother" came on. 

"Buddy" asked Bob, "You did not program this?"

"Heck, no." Said Grrr
Grrr threw back his head and roared "Jr, get your tail in here."
When Jr came into the room, he said "What's up Pop?"
"Son, did you program this?"
"A..a..a.Pop..?" Jr said.
"Did you or Not?" said Grrr his eyes turning red.
"Pop..Mom, Miss Stef said to..they told me..I...fixed the sign and the remote..Mom and Miss Stef said"
"Sir, what sign did you "fix?" Bob asked in his teacher voice.
"Mr. Sir...I..the sign said "The Lair" they..Mom and Miss Stef said it should say "The Den." I..."
"Son." Grrr said, "It is right that you should try and help your mother and Miss Stef, you were a Gentlerex and that is a fine thing." Bob nodded in agreement. "But, learn now son there are limits. In this cave there is the ladies space, Your space, your sister's space, shared space and my  space. if I leave stuff laying about in the dining room..or the kitchen, what does you mother do?"

"Oh..she goes Jurassic pop..you know."
"Yes, said Grrr, "Well, son this is "my" space.  Please remember that and refer all questions about it to me. Got it?"

 "yes. Dad." Said a relived Jr.

 "Oh, and son?" "yeah Pop?"

 "Fix the sign."

What Should have happened.

What should have happened:
Good morning Sir. I am Mr. Zimmerman with the Neighborhood watch. Unfortunately we have had crime problems of late as since i don't know you, I have to ask you who you are and if you live here.
Perfectly understandable sir. I am Mr. Martin and I am staying with my father in apt.....as they talk the two walk to the apt and Mr. Martin goes in.
No one is beaten and no one shot.
We have to relearn to treat each other as fellow Americans and children of God.

Back to Work.

"Back to work.

Grrr was back at "The Wellness Center" wearing his lab coat  He does love that coat.
 He thinks it gives him a professional aire, in fact, he was thinking of taking up pipe smoking. His next client, a duckbill named Darren was in his office. Grrr looked at Darren's case history before seeing him. 

" Humm tried to off hissself..sounds like a nut to me". said Grrr.

"My ..ah...dear Grrr, it would, perhaps be more in keeping...that is to say..enlightened, if we were..that is... if we felt the pain of this fellow being." replied Dr. H,  the hadrosaur, and  brother in law, that Grrr worked with.

"Hey, doc they pulled this guy out of the volcano twice and he went to the Raptor Convention with a sign reading "Meat is madness." If Flower had not been there, he would have been lunch."

As Grrr came into his office, Darren the hadrosaur,  started to act out. "I don't know why I am here".He yelled. "It is my life and  you all are just ..just too too stupid to see the meaningless of life. I have the vision and the genius . I, uh, what are you doing?
I am trying to bring enlightenment to the tiny dino brain and you and not listening.
 WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He asked Grrr in an angry prima Donna type rage.

 Grrr looked up from the table where he was setting out plates, knives and forks and spoons. " I never can remember. Does the spoon go next to the knife or the fork? Gretta is always yelling at me about..I"

"What are you doing?" yelled Darren the hadrosaur again.

"Well look pal, I only had a small bronto burger for breakfast and it looks like I am going to miss lunch, with you here so.." relied Grrr.

 "If you think for one minute that I am going to sit here while you eat brontoburgers...well." said Darren taking out his "Meat is madness" sign.

"Bronto burgers? Who said anything about a bronto burger? asked Grrr with an evil T- Rex grin.

 "You cannot fool a dino of my superior intellect, Grrr. 
 I see you setting your table and smell the disgusting oder of cooking meat!" said Darren the hadrosaur.

"Well, Brainaic, that shows what you know! T-Rex don't use silverware. This is for my human pal who is joining me later as is the hamburger you smell. We Rex eat our meat fresh, as you are about to find out."

"I don't care how you vile meaters eat...uh..what do you mean, as "I am about to find out? I told you I will not sit still and watch you eat." said Darren.

"Don't sweat it pal" Grrr said as he started to walk toward Darren the hadrosaur. "you won't have to watch it ..for long!" 

As he look at Grrr's fangs, Darren started to say something. Stopped and started to back up till he ran into the wall. "Wait..wait..you would't said a now very frightened hadrosaur.

"Sure I can. Look, it is no problem. I just take a few bites, done it many times." Said Grrr with a toothy grin as he slowly closed in.

Darren the hadrosaur cried "You..you are no--not going to eat me?"
"Sure, why not? I gotta eat, you want to die. As I see it. It is a win-win for us both."

"Are you mad...I..I..??" said Darren.

"Come on guy, make up your mind! It is almost lunch time.
You want to die or not? Who went to the Raptor convention? Who tried to jump into the volcano?" said Grrr has he opened his mighty T-rex jaws and reached for Darren.

"No--No..please I want to live..I want to live!" said the Hadrosaur.

Closing his jaws with an annoyed snap, Grrr said, "All right, Get out of here I am going to lunch. But if they bring you back with another "I want to die stunt, you are on the menu."

"No..no.. I..." said Darren as he raced for the door, I am cured."

 After Darren left, Grrr went into Dr. H's office. 
"He is ok now doc. Won't see him again."

 "Really..ur..Grrr..I don't know how..your record of cures amazing!..What... therapy...that is to say .clinical approach.. did you employ?"

"Therapy? I just invited him to lunch doc." said Grrr.

Music for the 4th

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mRn9chmRAY

enjoy

God bless America!