The Importance of Keeping It Real

You know, when I was a kid, my dad would read me your adventures and I had an Arnor shirt. He doesn't really do math. Numbers seem to like confuse him even just naming the correct number seems to utterly baffle him on a weekly basis. It's funny you think I'd get approached more, but I'm usually so busy accomplishing some sort of daring feet and people don't dare get near me. After every...after every...feet he completes, he says, keep it real to the dead enemy at his feet. Keep it real. That's his thing. With love? Oh, no. Man. He loves me.