I often say if men were meant to fly we would have been born with either feathers and wings or at the very least parachutes that pop out of our butts.

Like my old mentor would always say, "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I’ll be dead.’’ Okay, she wasn’t a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey.

My second thought was to fire a gunshot, but the last time I did that his security robots jumped me. It only takes one cavity search by a robot to convince you that’s an experience you don’t want to have twice. This called for a more subtle approach.

I didn’t respond to that. I’m not scared of heights. I’m just scared of falling from heights.