Saw us climbing trees and doing this or that, Big Guy bending those iron bars and so on, and it was only natural that Japanese-America and Hollywood came calling. This was sometime after we had been in New York, and we had learned the language reasonably quick and reasonably well; well enough to do simple interviews. We flew out there in a smaller zeppelin than the one that had brought us to New York. We landed in a field near the ocean. There were reporters and cameras everywhere. We did interview after interview. “What do you think about our world?” a reporter asked The Big Guy. “Busy,” he said. “What do you think about our women?” “I think about The Woman all the time.” He called her that, same as me, but they thought he just didn’t know how to say women, and so it was reported that he thought about women all the time. This led to women throwing themselves at him in even greater abundance than before. He ignored them even when a fine doll would toss a pair of underpants in his face, or a room key.
