What time is it. The sort of question
to which the old, toothlethth Tim responds
with one Logical Inference Per Second.
In a hurry? Half patht ruthh hour.
In no hurry?/Ne
cktht ruthh hour jutht around the corner.
Bob: And for Bob? Bobby: And Bobby?
— (At first Tim did not respond.
Did the inaction really happen?) Perfect,
time mu
tht have thtopped. At the thane time,
thtanth ith the firtht phathe of the gait thycle.