Well, I'd hate for it to have been for nothing.

[He leans back once that's out there, the usual mild agitation creeping back into his tone; he shoots a glance over at Koko, who is currently sitting up in that chair with a paw raised like she's considering batting at the fucking pomegranates, though once she knows she's been seen she seems to reconsider and settles back again.]

I'm not particularly eager to remember much else, at least for a while. I doubt I have much choice at this point.