Now I've Gone And Done It!

What in thunderation might that there be, Mr. Saddleytrampy? What is it you done "gone 'n done" thissy here time? Goin' back ta' jail now 'r ye'? 'Tnother stupid manuver fer gettin' 'round them thar slippery-like details that you seem so darn counfounded, convinced dont applicate themselves ta' you nor your'n? WHAT NOW, PREY TELL Mr. S/T? I tell you, I'm 'bout ta' bust my britches with curiosity?
(The preceding was an illustration of something we in the industry call "internal dialogue". The Editors.)
The Saddletramp responds: "NO, no more "stupid crimes" fer me, least ways I hope not, least ways, not right now any way. Hey! That's what she called 'em! "Stupid crimes"! 'Course it hurt when SHE said it, what with it being so true 'n all. 'N Dusty, sometimes, it's like you can see right inside my head, it's like yur sittin' in there takin' notes 'er sumpthin'. Now quit it fer a spell! Allow me this litte secret fer a time! I was gonna tell but now I ain't! I'm probably full a' beezwax n' dreams agin, anyway. I got me all on fiddlesticks 'n such like. You go on ahead now an' read that book I give ya' "Leaving Cheyenne" by Larry McMurtry. Sure there's some gun play' 'n horse play 'n whiskey in it. OF COURSE THERE'S WOMEN IN IT! I'm a-gonn'a sit 'n smoke me a Marllyborro, sip 'a sip a' this here coffee I been totin' since Espanolly 'er whatever in thunderation they call that town down there towards Santy Fe, 'n I'm a-gonna enjoy this here organic, peanutbutter, chocolate chip cookie."
(I gotta get me a map and find out where the heck Portyland is. Is it in Maine 'er Orygone)
(More" internal dialogue". There is a considerable amount of internal dialogue in AREA 52)