The sports commentary has started making me nauseous, I don't want to approach him.
Also, I've already mentioned that I am trouser-less.
Also, I've already mentioned that I am trouser-less.
DAMN YOUR TROUSERS.
If we approach him while he’s lulled into a sense of relaxation and distraction from the unnecessary tragedies of life (aka watching sports (sports would be doing the lulling, not an unnecessary tragedy (well, I suppose the unnecessary tragedy part is arguable, but it’s not what I was going for))), we have a higher chance of him bending to our whim.
