I make a really good puppet, don't I? Pull a string, I dance. And that's all it is, isn't it? A performance.
So why do I do it? C'mon, don't make me tease and put an Easter egg in here.
Back to my coffee. My neck is shredded from all the coughing. My ears feel napalmed. But that's boring.
You know what's not boring? Benedict skydiving.
I wish wealth and happiness on everyone involved in making throat numbing spray. I'm too exhausted to sit here any longer.