I'm not--[ thunk ] joking about the [ clonk ] year part. Might have been more like two, I didn't--mm, didn't count the days.

[ Actually, he did. Dagger blade apparently sufficiently foundation'd, he switches to a much smaller hammer to begin tapping out warping and small imperfections. ]

Refuse to go away long enough and someone will let you in out of sheer irritation. In my experience.

[Also: those are some fine arms of your own, sir. ]