Michael, you had a terrible heat wave, but you've come out the other side, and you are still alive if but a puddle of sweat.

Oh, I'm just a broken.

Just a broken, broken, man. Nothing to do with the heat. And just, um, you've caught me on a bad day today. I'm not in a good mood.

Oh. So we'll see how that will fare. You know, as it turns out,

I'm not exactly in a stellar mood myself, but we're going to put on our happy faces, Michael.

What's wrong with you? Oh, no, I'm fine. It's no big deal. Everything's fine. I'm just a little

sleepy and a little annoyed at life in the universe.

And so I'll pull through, as will you.

How is your bottom?

I was listening to Bonanza. It's unacceptable.

It's my back, and you know it is.

This is part of my problem is just the pain that I'm in right now.

Oh, all kidding.

How is your back?

I said that just because I needed an excuse to ring up an answer, which I was extremely

happy to see come back, if only but for a moment.

And I did.

Your increasing annoyance and Matt insisting that it was your bottom that was hurt

provided me endless amounts of joy.

And I'm sure you did not see the humor in it like I did, but I thought it was hurt. It provided me endless amounts of joy. I'm sure you did not see the humor in it like

I did, but I thought it was hilarious. But all kidding aside, how your back is getting worse?

Sometimes, but it's just not getting better. I have a physiotherapist that I'm going to, and

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