What, are you late for your paper route?

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

Here's your paper. I'm sorry about your window.

Hey.

How's it going?

Well, I got to get out of this bed!

I'm going crazy here.

CRAZY!

Here you go, sweetie.

What the hell is this, herbal tea?

I hate herbal tea!

I put some honey in it.

She doesn't know she was fired yet, does she?

No. The doctors say it may kill her.

What are you two girls whispering about over there?

But I think we should tell her.

Look, Pheebs, maybe this whole heart attack thing is a sign

That you should start thinking about

Getting a different job.

Okay, what is this, a stupid contest?

'Cause we got the winner here!

Look, pheebe, he's right.

People are not supposed to have heart attack at 31

I know, but what if I didn't work there.

What else would I do?

You used to like playing the guitar.

Yeah, that was lucrative.

Smart like your brother.

Uh, what about, you know, the massage thing.

That never gave you a heart attack.

Hmm. Pulling in a salary in the high six figures

or rubbing gross, naked people for chump change.

OOH, WHAT DO I DO?

WHAT WILL I DO?!