 Well, I picked up all of the hound dog habits. Cooling fire plugs and chasing rabbits. Even had one or two lady friends. But that's where the end of my fun begins. Because one day the president pulled my ear and he said, sorry, him, it's election year. Flash bolts pop like a machine gun and I knew right then I'd have to help him run. Me and luck. Wanting some nightlife. Just a big old frustrated beagle in a jet airplane.