I never liked that cat. He was too clawing. Ha Ha. Bet you never expected me to open with that bad a joke. What can I say? No really, what can I say? My head is blank. (Sound effect of rimshot.) Take my strife…please! Sometimes I get like this, only able to communicate in variations of bad old jokes. Maybe I’m channeling Benny Hill. Maybe I asked too many people how many cars he owned. The answer is zero. Maybe I’m just a hack at heart. Sounds like a Valentine’s day axe murderer. Tip your waitress. I’m here all week.