And with that, he takes the belt and WonderBuckle, out of his suit pants and hands it to me.

And with that, he takes the belt and WonderBuckle, out of his suit pants and hands it to me. His suit pants fall right to the floor, to a chorus of gasps, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s the point? It didn’t snag the Bird. Maybe you can fix it. Me and it? We’re through!”
“I can’t fix it! Don’t know the first thing about it! Take it back!”
“No sir! I don’t want ever to see it again!”
“I’ll take it,” says Claude.
“Now there’s the voice of reason, Little Fella.”
“Are you mad at the belt part too?” asks my uncle.
“No, the belt did a good job.”
“Then take it back. Your pants are on the ground.”
“Pants on the ground? Oh, right. Keep forgetting the darned underwear, too.”
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