“Oh yeah. People are d-dying to hang out with me.” His delivery was drier than the Mojave. I groaned. “Are you trying to prove that you hate comedy or something?” “Is it working?” “If anything, you’ve only proven you need a night of decent stand-up. Although, if this is the caliber of humor I can expect in your presence, maybe I ought to withdraw the offer.” “No!” he announced. “I’ll go.”
