Was what tasty, the picture or the roast?
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Just checking. You know I have to keep an eye on you.
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Who is that guy burning down your kitchen? What’s he doing in your house? He seems awfully comfortable in your place, it looks like he lives there. Why wasn't I informed about this new development? This means I don’t have to send you any more fake alimony payments, right? Is he the tree doctor, the UPS man, the personal trainer, the wine salesman, a candy peddler, the computer repairman, a fake movie producer, the Avon man, a roofer, a Jehovah’s Witness, the property manager, the Fuller Brush man, a pizza delivery kid, an investigating detective, a barista . . .
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Don’t worry about him. He’s the spare I keep locked up in the basement for emergencies. He must have escaped the basement for a minute and was trying to send out smoke signal to the RMCP.

Forget I piped up at all, I didn’t mean anything by it, Jaimie, really I didn’t. You’re right, Jaimie, I don’t know what you said or what it’s all about, but I know you’re right, you’re always right. I was out of my head, I’ll shut up, sure, I’ll just keep quiet and do whatever you say, Jaimie. Listen, Jaimie, you’ve got that look in your eyes again, I already apologized, I told you it was all my fault. Please don’t do it, Jaimie, please don’t send me back down there, I can’t take it any more, I just can’t! Don’t send me back down there to the basement with the others, Jaimie, I’ll be good this time, I won’t let you down, Jaimie! Don't look at me like that, Jaimie, please don’t! I can’t do it, don’t make me! Jaimie, Jaimie? Are you listening to me?
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Don‘t worry, no room for you the basement right now anyway.


For quite some time now, I’ve been meaning to speak with you about those eyebrows and bangs of yours. Please sit down; this won’t be pleasant for either of us . . .
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Excuse me, I just chopped you into bits, that means you can’t speak of my bangs and eyebrows because you no longer have vocal chords.

Oh boy, here we go again!
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