Tut, tut. You know you can always speak for me! Well. Not when it comes to hockey. Not yet. But soon! And otherwise!

Race the drunken snails, darling, and finish what you have begun. And if my wrists behave, I'll maybe be able to do the same! Before, you know, the spiral radiation does horrible things to the inner workings of my mind and renders me unable to compose even a limerick, let alone what I am attempting to complete for you.