And just what the hell is that supposed to mean (part v)?

Contrary to popular belief, unsolicited Photoshops are not the path to a Troglodyte’s heart. But they don’t hurt, either:

Fred Dooley sent me that, hopefully not as an inappropriate response to my inappropriate flattery of the other day.

But even if it is, he lives something like two hours from here, so it’s not like we’ll have to live through any awkwardly long elevator rides or anything.