How unfortunate. Do update me on the plan once you figure that out.

Oh dear. Whatever shall you do about this tragic predicament of yours, Egbert?

I was worried you were going to say Dave for a moment there. Truly a harrowing thought.

Are you mad at me?

Would you have perhaps ended it off with some sort of... warning, perhaps? Signed off with the epithet of a distant splinter?

Besides beat them? Hm... Oh! is this the part where you torment me with puppets, DJ? (Dirk Jr. if you were curious.)

Especially since I want to have sloppy intercourse with your wife. It would make things rather awkward, you see.

Oh. Um.

You really don't need to do that. I. uh. appreciate the gesture, though?