Eddie: "Well, don't go putting none of that stuff on my sled Clark. You know that metal plate in my head?" Clark: "Ah! How could I forget?" Eddie: "I had to have it replaced, because everytime Catherine revved up the microwave, I'd piss my pants and forget who I was for about a half-hour or so. So, over at the VA, they had to replace it with a plastic one. It ain't as strong. So, I don't know if I ought to go sailing down no hill with nothing between the ground and my brain but a piece of government plastic." Clark: "You really think it matters Eddie?" Eddie: "Well, see the plate runs right underneath the part here. See, over here, nothing. But, here if this gets dented, then my hair just ain't going to look right."

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Eddie is thinking about sledding, but doesn't want the special oil, because of the plate in his head--he doesn't want his hair to be ruined.

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