"My bad, I thought you were a genius who could make a flat iron from a dildo and a zebra-print Snuggie. I'll set the bar a little lower next time," I reply with a swipe of my hand in demonstration of exactly how low I intend to go here. Not quite into the gutter, but close.

"But seriously, putting on the doctor hat again, nine hours. For now. Please." I point an emphatic finger Tony's way. "Don't make me strap you down. It won't be in the fun way."