Hey, I just remember: I had a dream about you last night!

Really. Wow.

Yeah, I was riding this bicycle in, like, a park, but the park was actually my house, you know? It was like my house was the park. And I remember there were these three pizzas there, so I was like, yay, pizza, but then when I opened the boxes there was just this paper in there. I looked at the paper and it was sheet music. So I was like, aw, man, I wanted pizza, but then somebody was like "The pizza's on the piano" and I go "Where's the piano?" Or I tried to, but I couldn't get the words out. You know how that is in a dream, when you want to talk but you can't? So I'm looking for this piano when I see all these boxes of old comics, like from the '60s or whatever-

OK, OK, so where do I come in?

Oh, at one point you started telling me about a really boring dream you'd had, and you just wouldn't shut up! That's so like you!