Thank you Jack, I can call you Jack ? Well listen, not many people know this — I am not really Abraham Lincoln. Whew, I am glad to get that off my chest Jack, you know? And listen Jack, I don’t drink Grey Goose. I do not need Birds Jack, honest I do not. I prefer standing under the high voltage electric lines going by my shack, Jack. I don’t need electric lights anymore, since I installed florescent tubes. The birds fly under those wires tweeting Judy proclaiming Leonard a literary genius, before they fall down dead. I’m calling the WHO, Jack. No it’s not a question, you know the WHO, not a question again Jack, but the WHO — aw fuck forget it.