 He cannot go drag racing with us tonight and when is that even a thing we do? Because he fell three stories out of a window. He is not getting out of his bed for a long time. I gotta call you back. Hey, okay, so how you feeling? Really good. That just can't be possible. Yeah, it's amazing what a good night's sleep can do. So you remember last night how you said I'm gonna win this one, didn't elaborate and then fell out of a window three stories down onto concrete? Oh, yeah. Yeah. How are you doing anything? I mean anything other than screaming in pain right now? Years of practice. You broke your spine. Yeah, there's just nothing a solid eight hours can't fix. The doctor? Okay. Said you're never gonna walk again. Just needed a good nap. You cannot just sleep off catastrophic injuries. That was exactly my point in the D&D game yesterday, but you threw a fit because I wouldn't let you recover all your HP from a long rest after a fight with an ancient gold dragon. You said that's how the game works and you criticized my DMing and you called me shorter than other DMs. I didn't say that. Well, I remember hearing it. Sounds like a you problem. Well, look who's the short dumb DM now. Yes, I was right all along. So one, none of that explains how you possibly recovered from full body fractures overnight and two, if you did magically heal yourself with a eight hour long rest, that just proves my point, not yours. Damn it. I never win anything. How are you alive? Some days, I feel like there has to be a better course of life than just walking around with 80 quarters in each of my pockets. Well, there is. You can actually unload those quarters on patreon.com slash doormonster donate to a great group of guys who are just trying to make funny content and also get yourself some exclusive content yourself. Wow. Okay, but then what do I use to weigh down my pockets? Leaves? Leaves. Give us your quarters. Switch to leaves.