Ah, I remember sipping that thousand-year-old Scotch on your yacht in the Barbados as we were trying to decide which of those private jets you had circling would do for a quick trip to the Cote d'Azur for a supper with, what was his name? Rothschild or something? I forget. Probably not worth remembering, he doesn't have a website or anything. Anyway, we lost the anchor and you said, "Bill, fetch me a sack of gold bars and we'll drop that instead." Man, those things were heavy. Anyway, John comes up and sez, "The server's down" and I sez "Naw, he just dropped a silk napkin, he's fine," and everybody laughed and we toasted the dawn with thousand-year-old champagne.
Well, that's how I remember it, anyway. The Doc said the bruises from the electrodes will disappear in about a week.
LOL!!