We're doomed. Doomed I tell tou.
Wait, you hadn't pronounced him "done" already?
Is it April already? Pretty darn near, Mr. H is like the swallows coming home to Capistrano. Only right now he's in Modesto and practicing the song of doom before he arrives at his happy place.
Come on, Noe: get it right. I'm in Napa now! I've never lived in Modesto.