Ummmm, don't you ever go to sleep? I just plodded my weary way home from the "Atria Bar and Grill" across the snow-laden. frost-glistening, moonlit, ever expanding acres of frozen nothingness, in order to find out some guy in enquiring about my knees!.........Good beer though.
Is he a collector of knees? let's face it, everyone needs a hobby. Or perhaps Bob sometimes goes by the name of Maxwell and goes around with a silver hammer testing numerous people's patellar responses! Anyway the time here is 2145. See ya , ummmm.......going to bed.