.(discrete cough)…Ahem… Uh, yoo-hoo… (waving hand in the air)… I’m, like, right HERE, fellas. You know, just in case you were wondering.
Oh, by the way, Satan, I may be in need of one of those overly repetitive redundancy advanced duplication pre-appointment reservation forms. There was… uhh… an “incident” of sorts. And I wholeheartedly fail to not admit it didn’t have anything at all to not involve tricycles, baby oil, and a slip-n-slide. (And just to be sure, the client-mechanic confidentiality agreement is still in effect, right?)
Oh, before I forget, have either of you seen the plunger? For some odd reason, the toilet has started backing up in here over the last few hours.