Tim: You know, when I was a kid I got scared a lot. Ooh, boy!
Randy: Really? What were you scared of?
Tim: Mostly my grandma and grandpa's house. They lived in this big old house. The attic was really cool. It had an arched roof, tin ceiling that made noise in the rain. Big fans. Lot of fun to play with in the daytime, but you couldn't force me up there at night. Oh, boy!
Randy: How come?
Tim: Oh, it was a real creepy place. And Grandpa didn't help. He told me there was a big blood-sucking bat up there. And he wasn't talking about Grandma.
Randy: So, you fell for Grandpa's blood-sucking bat story, huh? When he told me that I wasn't scared at all.
Tim: Yeah, but when he told it to me, he didn't have his teeth in. [hissing]
Randy: So I guess you eventually got over your fear of attics?
Tim: Didn't have to. A tornado took the top of the house off... bats and all.
Randy: So I guess you're not afraid of attics anymore.
Tim: Nope. Terrified of tornadoes but...