[ no worries here, Neal, he'll never let you get too deep. by any definition of that word. but he feels no such compulsion to gather anyone to his bosom and weep for the companionship of like-minded fellows. ] Hear me knocking, I'm around your town.

[ and maybe he's quoting lyrics, maybe he's saying he will find you and shove your face in a toilet. staple of adulthood, this one. ]

I keep hoping they'll kidnap someone worthwhile. A designer, someone with a bounty of fabric. An entire locker full of conditioner and moisturizers. [ priorities, sir. let him tell you a story about them, wistful sighs and all. ]