If there is a boom, you'll be shipping me off to the Bahamas or something to recover from the nervous breakdown that will inevitably result. With a cabana boy of my very own.

It's the whole rabbits out of hats thing. Be like you being asked to perform kareoke all the time, I'm guessing...

I'm teaching you to use the damn filter, I swear... Then you can clean up your own mess. :P