Do you realize that I work at home?...Do you like to be interrupted when you are dancing around in your little garden?...Well, I work all the time. So never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later, there's a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're gonna faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and you want to celebrate because some fud**packer that you date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he's going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for any reason. Do you get me, sweetheart?