“No Sean. I’ve told you this before. It’s yourSELF, not your shelf. That is a lovely shelf though.”
“Oh. Shorry old chum. My mishtake. You know, I killed it myshelf.”
“You killed your shelf?”
“Exshactly. With my bare handsh, no lessh.”
“What?”
“You’re the man now, dog.”
“You gotta stop saying that.”
