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. . . I imagine it would, yes. My life seems downright boring in comparison.

[Doc raises an eyebrow] I don't know about that. . .you've got a good chunk of time and experience on me. [then, tilting his head] Though, admittedly, none of your stories have yet needed a flowchart to make sense.

I don't generally time travel, unless the cliffs at the beginning of the world count. A lot of my stories are set a long time ago, but that's mostly because I'm an old old man.

[Doc shrugs] Not having been there, I don't know. [small smile] And that's fair enough. What's the most recent story you've got?

An Anansi story? Well now, there was the time that my sons tweaked Tiger’s tail. It started when they got into an argument . . . *And he’s off again.*

[Doc's only too happy to listen -- Nancy's an excellent storyteller, and it saves him the trouble of continuing to explain his overly-complicated family situation]

*Mr. Nancy is happy to tell. He's rather proud of his children, in his way.*

[They seem to be as mischievous as -- well, maybe not quite as much as Nancy, but pretty close.]

*They are, especially Spider Nancy. A real handful, that boy.*

[Sort of thing that makes Doc glad that Dee is pretty well-behaved. Though he supposes, in his case, it helps that she's actually a car and is probably mature enough to be an adult -- she just likes the kid form.]

*Whereas Spider Nancy looks like an adult these days, but is very much a child at heart.*

[Nothing wrong with that.] Your family sounds like quite the handful.

Well, they would be. Ah, my turn to sing again.

*This time it's "Papa Was A Rolling Stone" with a tip of the hat at the appropriate line.*

[Doc chuckles, then grins as Nancy goes up to the mic to regale the masses. Maybe it's the second Bailey's talking, but he thinks he might give it a try himself once Nancy's done (and if the machine isn't immediately claimed).]

*Once the masses-regaling is over with, Nancy returns to his new friend.* Wherever he laid his hat was his home . . . good song, that song.

[Doc nods] It is. I might take a turn myself on that -- usually I leave the singing to Marty, but. . . [shrugs]

Well then, what are you waiting for? Lets see what you can do.

[That gets a grin] Just making sure no one else was going to claim the machine first! [And, since it does seem to be free, off he'll go! His song of choice is "Old Time Rock n Roll," which he puts his all into]

*Mr. Nancy hums along cheerfully.*

[Doc eventually finishes up and returns to his seat, grinning] Liked that song ever since I first heard it.

Never be afraid to sing a song you like.

I'll try to remember that. Just, like I said, music is usually Marty's forte. Kid's a hell of a guitar player.

I'll have to take a listen at some point.

[holds up his PINpoint] I could invite him over, if you like. He's a good kid.

Might as well.