he called me a lezza, which i really don't like, and a toss piece. i especially don't like lezza. for your information, lezza isn't a bad word. it is a bad word, ben. it is very, very unkind, and you don't even know what it means. i do. a lezza is a lady who likes-- hey! i don't want anymore going on. yes, but he kicked me. did you kick her? but i thought she had knee protectors on. how could you think that she's wearing knee protectors? look, you can see her knees, can't you? there are no protectors, and anyway, even if you did-- he charged at me with a frisbee, and it hit me! frisbee's are not-- frisbees are more sharp, because they have a sharp end here, and also they hurt when you do that. ow. ben, you sit there, and you on the stairs. now i am going downstairs, and you two are going to stay 10 feet apart from each other, okay? now, do you think you can do that? pete: good. karen: he called me a lezza. ben: she touched me with a fairy wand. pete: for god's sake, stop! karen, ben, stop! i mean, he hadn't wanted me physically for ages, and you kid yourself, don't you? that it's