Stan doesn't raise his eyebrows, and he doesn't think Ford sounds full of himself, not for a second. To Stan, as far as his brother is concerned, nothing could be more plausible. "Twelve? Good for you, man!"

Now this is cause for a celebratory shoulder punch, if anything is. Here, Ford, have one, and a big, pleased, proud look right along with it. "I always knew you'd blow all those stuffed shirts right outta' the water. How many guys were givin' you the stink eye over that one? I bet no one else did half that many!"