Brief Exerpt from "The Legends of Boat Building"

...and so I quickly got the bag of onions from my knapsack. Now, remember, these onions were the same ones that my dying grandfather gave me, and are not to be confused with the onions that I had placed under the break pedal of the terrorist's speeding car, so they could not stop themselves from driving into the gorge.

With these particular onions in hand, I asked my question again.

"Why are all these people looking at me?"

"Because," Jummy said, "You're still not wearing any pants. And we can all see your mechanical thighs."