He'd already talked so much! It was too much, even, for him, he thought. He bit the straw of the kid's drink he held in his hand. He took a deep breath and let it out in a huff.
"I want a happy ending!" he blurted suddenly. "You know those ancient fairy tales where the prince and the princess get together and fade into bliss? I could do with one of those. I don't even care which part I would play. I'd make a pretty good damsel in distress, I think. And I don't want it to be one of those fairy tales where the little girl gets her feet chopped off! I still refuse to wear red shoes. What was that? Dancing equals mutilation? Tough audience," he said, staring off into the distance for a little while.
The pain meds were probably having some effect on his focus.
"Sorry about Ted. For what it's worth," he finally said.