Now you are just being cruel. I just imagined that Woody had talked you into being his shrink. There he is on a hammock, you sitting on a stump, using a seagull feather and squid ink to write Woody Allen's problems on a palm frond.

"And those snakes... Who would have thought there would be snakes. And the monkeys with their poo flinging. Reminds me of my in laws. Did I tell you about the time I dressed as a sperm?"