"You can do anything but stay.You can!Do

"You can do anything but stay.You can!Do anything!But stay!You can do!Anything but stay!You can do anything,but...stay.You!Can do anything but stay."For 15min. all she had said was

various versions of leave, get out, beat it, scram, etc. etc. There I stood. Not leaving. Staying. At first it was just out of spite, but after a few hours it became

clear that the magic boots refused to budge. I was stuck. There would be no pigeon pie for dinner tonight unless I could free my feet. I hope I still had my receipt

since pigeon pie makes anybody throw up. On the contrary, I had quite the opposite issue at the moment, and knew my magic boots would never be clean enough again for my sense of

perfect balance. I was the reigning world champion in see-saw Dance Dance Revolution. My opponent eyed me from the far end, and I eyed my magic boots. Why were they malfunctioning?

My malfunction electric boots sparked and caught my mohair suit on fire. I ran around the stage. My skin searing and smoldering. Candy and Ronnie tried to put me out but

what saved me was a Wurlitzer wave the Jets sent on stage. A soild wall of sound. It put out the flames and knocked the wind out of me. I promised Candy & Ronnie right then

I’d help them fight their parents out in the street to see who’s right and who’s wrong. Candy and Ronnie’s parents were easy to find, Dad being a street preacher and Mom a street

walker. It was sort of a cottage industry with Ronnie's parents: him preaching and her hooking. They didn't have to leave the house to find work. But it all came to a head when the

gendarmes started listening to the preaching, found god, and arrested them both. Ronnie was forced to join the Foreign Legion. All in a day's work for a Frenchman!