[There's a singular dead pixel in my peripheral view. It is getting bigger. And bigger. The yawning maw of oblivion threatens to take me.]
That's me, sorry. Don't worry about it.
[Take me to dinner first. At least have some class.]
It's getting bigger because I am approaching your location in order to get you to dinner, obviously.
[Perfect. I want steak.]
Anything for you my guy.