You'd better. Gimme a few days advance warning, too, 'cause I don't half-ass my birthday presents.

[If he keeps talking and doesn't slip up, he can totally forget his embarrassment. Totally.

Except then Pokey's saying the f-word again and his brain comes to a screeching halt. Jesus he's gotta work on that.]

...Oh. Yeah. Yeah, feeling's 100% mutual, bro. No thanks necessary.

[His delivery was way too fast-paced and sounded the opposite of casual, but it could have been worse, probably.]