"Hmph, why am I not surprised she told you about that. Look, I was only 1700 years old at the time. And that car was sweet, I don't know what the hell you're complaining about it for."

Grumble grumble irritated irritated. "You try being a book for a day. You can't punch or kick or hold a gun or work out. You'd go crazy. I'm going to get my damn body back, and then I'll show you some fun."

He paused.

"That wasn't an innuendo. Seriously."