Desert?! As in not 'Dessert'? Huh.
(Starts dismantling Souffle Guided Trifle cannon with high yield, weapons grade chocolate sprinkles, remantling parts into half finished time machine)
All good. I could never get the damn thing to correct for wind currents anyway.
wind currents
Mmmm, currants - sprinkle a little sugar on em and Bob's your uncle.
Mecha, call Brian, because you may have a ride to breakfast in the morning.
Well, I didn't call him 'buddy', but I did call, and he told me everything he knows on the subject. Which totalled out to significantly less than
I
know, that is to say, nothing.
No can do. Scott's using the phone in a distinctly long distance kinda way. I believe he's talking to his lady friend from Noo Yawk.
Fine. Though Brian is, I believe, attempting to call you...
But the Inter-Web is right here in front of me!
FECK! DON'T TELL ME I'M STILL ON THAT BLOODY ISLAND!
Okay, called Brian and he says that he left you a message on the telephoning machine.