Anytime. Ever get that sugar you needed from my wife? I know she was looking forward to giving it to you. She's just so friendly.
I'm going to begin methodically collecting my morning feces in plastic satchels like a scientific Indiana Jones, and bring them up to your tower door, smear them all over like cave drawings depicting me spearing your in the eye with a lightning bolt, and then light the remaining turds on fire. Oh and P.S, I spit in the fucking sugar.