[Well he does wear that shirt for a reason, beyond habit of wearing clothes in a place that essentially practices casual "nudity".

The pun gets a quiet snort.]

Hah...bird flew. I love this place...

[He clears his throat quickly enough, though, setting his mind back on track.]

A single support isn't going to hold up the roof when the snows piled up on it. Either the support cracks or the roof caves, it's just a matter of when. And it's always a mess.

That's the just the rub though, isn't it? Some of us are a bit thicker headed than others when it comes to knowin' our own limits. Best at giving the advice we never listen to ourselves, right?