[ ...okay, dealing with it sounds like a plan. ]

In case it ain't obvious, a strife is a fight. Like, we'd break out our shitty ninja swords--okay, only mine was shitty, his was the equivalent of some ancient Chinese sword master's legendary blade of unbreakability--duke it out on the rooftop, blazing heat and stink of tar notwithstanding. [ Dave keeps his face neutral, feels the nostalgia eating at him. ] He'd always wipe the floor with me. I never beat the guy. !

[ By this time, he's successfully segued away from doctors. Gj, Dave. ]