No no no no no no no. Nah. No. Lookit. *you're really not getting this at all?* See, chickadee worked it all out with&mdash *jerks his thumb in Margaret's direction* —Magna-Doodle out there. Girly's gonna haul posterior up here 'n' we 're gonna take you out for Family Fun Day.
*takes a piece of notebook paper out of his back pocket and unfolds it* *clears his throat and reads off the first bullet point (written distinctly in Argon's handwriting)* "Spa massage. Shut up, it'll do you good." Uh. Last bit there's for you'n me both, I guess. *looks up at you to see if this is ringing any bells yet*