"Mews, why so down? I do hate to see you so low."
"Oh, I'm just feeling a little bruised is all, nothing that won't fade Quigs."
"Do tell, do tell. Let me guess. You went online and entered the comment pages in some political venue. What did I tell you about those forums? Leave the barbarian hordes for me to dive bomb and peck at."
"You know me so well, Quigley. I'm afraid my gentlemanly demeanor, my keen observations and refined comments are not appreciated-indeed-if they are even heard. I'd be better off running loose at the Westminster Dog Show than staying alive on those forums. Good God man, where is my Jameson? And turn up that Mozart would you?"