At this point, the rational part of Billy's brain was looking for some way, any way, the end his freakout. So, where he heard Gobs request, it did a little creative interpenetration, turning a simple request from a friend and turning it into a direct order from one who was his Age Superior.
Billy shot back to his feet almost in defiance of gravity, and resumed his usual happy state.
"I'm so sorry for such an outburst Mr.Gob. It just that, where I come from, I was basically declaring blood war on you every time I said your name. 102? Wow, just, wow. That is a really
Big number."
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?