Hey, Bobby. Rosacea is such a scourge.

“These are, uh, actually not our noses.”

Oh.

“Me and my wife–”

Natasha Monster.

“–are celebrating Wavy Gravy’s birthday.”

How old is he?

“As fuck. Wavy is old as fuck.”

Sure.

“Too old for surprise parties, at least. Although, he forgets stuff now so everything’s a little bit of a surprise.”

I gotcha.

“Just, you know, no leaping out from the darkness at him.”

No. Bad idea.

“Good thing about these noses? You can keep stuff in ’em.”

What kind of stuff?

“Stuff. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Shoulder aching?

“Depends on who’s at the party.”

Gotcha.