Puh-leeze. I've been on the road since 4:30 a.m., then in court, satellite office, and now it's 13 hours later, and I pulled into my main office just because I sensed someone somewhere talking about pizza. It's like a disturbance in the force for me.
You get between me and the pizza, they gonna call yo daddy to ID the pieces of what is left of you, and yo mamma will never stop cryin'.
BTW, 6'3", three bills plus a penny or three. My body is a temple...I'm just adding on a wing.
Speaking of wings, that makes me hungrier....