“Call me Ishmael. No, wait. Call me Ichabod. I don’t know. Call me Ivanhoe. Just kidding. Call me a cab. Call me anytime. Just give a whistle. Call me Isabel, Isabel Archer. No way! Just kidding. Lovely portrait, though. Wouldn’t you agree? Call me up in springtime. Call me Ichiro. Call me Iago. Yuch! Call me Ian Fleming. Call me Inspector Immortal. Hay-hay! He-he! Hi-hi! Ho-ho! Hoo-hoo! Call me a star! Just don’t call me serious.”“Seriously? Are you going to stand for this?” “Call me chagrined.”
The Coming of the Toads 
I shall call you Raymond. Why? I’ll write a blog post about it.
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Interesting. Sounds good. Will check it out.
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Great character – needs more off-leash time :)
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We all do!
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Just don’t call me late for dinner .
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Call me when you get to Portland. We’ll go off leash.
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