I lived in a world of plastic figurines that I could move at my will, so I helped my friend move and then moved her for hours in an hour. Of course, I could never get everything just right by the meticulous stands of them them. I tried. But then my friends friend told me her father was having problems defecating so I felt obligated to enlighten her on the proper diet of such a matter. Then the phone rang. I'm to be a rotting crustacean. Fun.