Jake: Hey, Charles, I know you're still mad at me for not telling you Amy and I are trying, but I could really use your help.
Charles: That's not all I'm mad about, Jake. I'm upset because you keep blowing me off. We haven't hung out in weeks. We don't talk on the phone anymore. I can't remember the last time we painted pottery together. Sorry, I know this isn't the time to talk about this.
Jake: No, no, no, keep going. It's helping to distract me from the fact that I could fall and instantly die.
Adrian Pimento: Oh, no, from this height, it wouldn't be instant. When you hit the ground, your ribs would shatter, puncturing your lungs. You'd start to drown on your own blood, gurgling and-
Jake: Okay, Adrian, I'm being distracted by Charles right now, thank you.
Adrian Pimento: Okay.