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

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.

I wish we could go to the mo.