The bartender looks concerned. "Say, buddy, don't you think you've had enough?"
"Keep it coming," I growl, and he knows not to refuse.
Sighing, he adds more fresh grated cheese onto my fettuccine. He turns to go, but I catch his sleeve.
"Leave the grater."
BANK LOAN OFFICER: And this loan is for home improvements? Specifically... let me see... "an awesome secret passage behind the bookcase"?
ME, dressed as Colonel Mustard: That is correct.