I said, “woo.”
Just woo. I’m not really sure why I said woo. It just seemed like a woo kind of thing. woo-ish. It was a woo-type event. Not extremely woo-y. But fairly woo-y, surely. Not even upper-case woo. Simply: woo. Let’s not get nuts. But, woo.
The typical Borderline Sociopathic Boy needs woo in his diet. Scientists have been unable thus far to come up with the Minimum Required Daily Allowance of woo required for strong bones — but regularly fractured, I admit — and good teeth, which occasionally need to be picked up off the ground, or the ice, or the striped lawn, of course. Anyway, if you feel that you need more woo in your diet, watch the video twice.