I had a dream about you. You made phone books for a living, and I filled up your pages by impregnating as many women as possible. You said I was a living saint, and I said I couldn’t argue with you there. It’s too bad I can’t get a tax write-off for providing such a necessary service to society. I’ll bet Japan, with the average-aged citizen over 40, would give me tax exempt status to come over and repopulate the island.