 You see, old Abner had made himself a bulletproof vest. Oh, no. A bulletproof vest? Stitched it right into his red flannel underwear. Well, I'll be hanged. That's all, brother. I've known old Ab all my life and always said he was the smartest man in the county, even though he hardly ever opened his mouth. Yes, sir. I knew you knew what he was doing all the time, too.