I think she has been doing and saying things to try to force me to see things her way. Maybe she's always done things that way, but now, I can't let h...r operate like that with me. She claims I'm too changed from how I was before. I think it has more to do with me not allowing her to continue as the boss. The old Kenny would have allowed that. I can't do that, not when her leadership has left things as screwed up as they are now. Maybe, with us being split up for awhile, we'll be able to reach a. Jim asked, "Can the amount of energy released be controlled in any way?"Timmy spoke up, saying, "Yes, Dad. I think that you could cause the process to take place at a slower rate, if the oscillation on the wave form is delivered in a time-lapsed form."Annette, "Are you saying that it would behave in the same visible manner as grandpa's vision of the weapon?"John replied, "Oh, yes! That's it, all right. I have been trying to figure it out for two years, now. Thanks, Timmy."Jim, "You started. “UNCLE DAVE!”“Okay, ladies. First things first. You need to dress nice and pack a bag. You need night clothes and a set of casual clothes for tomorrow. I have big plans and you will be staying with me. I’ll bring you home tomorrow evening.”“Where are we going? What are we doing? Why do we need dresses? We are staying with you? All night? Are you going to give us the present we asked for?”The questions came fast and furious and I just held up my hand for quiet. “Ladies, do you trust me?”The. .."- A certain wheelchair-bound physicist, in an argument with a professor at Cal Tech.I WOKE UP a few hours later to find that, although I was still inside her, my torso had slipped to the side and was lying face to face with her. I was mildly surprised I wasn't cramped. She was fast asleep, though the twitches that crossed her face, fluttering eyelids and vague mumblings betrayed the fact that she seemed to be deep inside a dream - whether pleasurable or nightmarish, I could only guess.Sure.