Hey Mr Rogers, how's it been?! I've been having a bit of trouble in the downstairs area and what with you being a world famous healer of all wounds, no matter how putrified and disgusting, then I thought you'd be the right man for the job. i mean, I am sorry about sleeping with your now ex-wife and all, but we can put that behind us can't we? It's not like the world will end over a little bit of adultery. Now forgive my intrusion but do you still have the ancient mongul artifact I once gave you? I kinda need it back after an awesome poker game last night... please?