*chuckling, shaking his head* This is my "you're totally going to regret this" laugh. Thanks a lot, you bastard, you really had me going there for a minute. Is this what passes for news on a slow day, or what?
*turns away from the TV and heads back toward the kitchen, quite chipper* You know, if someone had told me I could go make up crap for a living, I might've re-thought taking the spot at the Fountain. I could be a mook in a tabloid think-tank, no problem.