Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry,' Archer offered.

Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake.' Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.

I picked up the nearest weapon I could lay my hands on: a stapler. I lifted it, going for “menacing.” I admit it lacked a certain elegance, but hey. It was worth a shot. David placed his hand on my arm and pushed it back down.“What?”“Just . . . That’s embarrassing for all of us,” he replied.