Remember that time (which was now) when I knocked over the bottle of olive oil and somehow the glass shards launched themselves throughout three rooms admidst the expanding pool of oil.

”The only shard I wanna see after this is a nice Chardonnay,” I said.

”The only glass I wanna pick up is a glass of beer,” B said.

Then we went to pick up Peter Capaldi, and it was Matt Smith because the doofus didn’t know his doctors.

Well, here he is nonetheless, warding off intruders.