YO, WIZARD

It was a shout. Devoid of quotations.

"Yes?" The wizard replied, quizzically.

"What's up with this Fanny chick? Is she TRULY your number ONE fan?"

Hmm - The Wizard thought, placing a hand on his hip while the other rubbed his giant, thick, luscious gray beard. "That is an excellent question."

The random reporter was puzzled. BEFUDDLED. So, he reworked the question, "Yes, but IS she your number ONE fan????" The extra question marks really emphasized the need for a legit answer.

"If she says she is then who am I to argue?" The Wizard responded stoically with the grace of a hundred geese sailing over a placid lake.

"So..." the reporter, growing infuriated, "she IS your number one fan?"

"I mean, when in Rome." And that was The Wizard's final reply as he turned and headed into the local soup and deli for a coca-cola.