Actual conversation between me and the Sainted Singing Plumber:
SSP: That sure looks nice, but you can't move in yet.
Me: Yeah, I know. Clint, the Christmas-Stealing Grinch at the City of Mayberry said we had some more things to do...
SSP: *Sympathetic noise*
Me: ...and that's why I killed him.
Me: He's buried under that stupid pool cover he insisted we get. So, anyway, if you smell something, it's Clint.
SSP: Um, yeah, well...ahem...we'll just get the rest of our stuff done by Friday and you'll be good to go. You can dig up Clint and get him to sign off on it.
SSP: You ought to think about being a comedian.
Me: It's cute that you think I'm kidding.