The Parade of Visitors

Anyone else want to come visit us? It seems like almost everyone person in my extended family has come to visit. When I say visit us, I mean visit Byron. They're not here to see me, that's for sure.

"So Jeremy, how's it going?"

"Pretty good; I gained like ten pounds and I sit around all day."

"Where's Byron? How old is he now?"

Yeah. It's all good, though. As long as they buy me dinner at the Cream of Crab soup restaurant. Haaay!