I thought about callin' Ken the minute I laid eyes on the blue goat that entered our lives that day. And why shouldn't I have? It was a good enough reason. Others have called Ken for less. But I thought I could work it out myself, or at least with Bob's help.But I tell ya, if I WOULD have called Ken I' a told him, I'd a said Your Eminence, sir, we have a situation here at the compound. Bob done brung home a pre-colored goat module, prime quality, but he has an aversion to the dry. Want's Taco Bell alla time. Even Wendy's. It's a problem, Your Enlightedness, onnacounta he just doesn't fit in with the other units. Frickin' goat has a 'tude, sir. That's what I woulda told Ken, but instead i tried to work it out the old fashioned way: with Goat Logic. Bob was no help. He got into some bad acid from the Santa Rosita compound and has been bad-trippin' for a week now. Fact is, I'm gonna call Ken anyway. Wait! Naaaango heard me! Nooooooooooo Phfrankie, I can hear him call, Nooooooooooooo!