Dan smiled a bit wider. "I'm, er, ah, just foin. You look a bit worried though. Do you perhaps need a shouldah to cry on, namely mine?" Dan was about a subtle as a cargo plane attempting to land in a McDonald's drive through. "Oah, if you would rathah, we could spend some quality time togethah." Truly, a cassanova of his generation, Rad Dan wasted no time making his move. "Just so long as I don't get a face fulla chlorine gas, I'm shoah it'll be a wondahful time."