A near-complete lack of rhythm and profound tone deafness. I can’t keep a beat to save my life, and my singing sounds like the wails of the damned. But like damned chimps or something.

Anyway, all music is sorcery as far as I’m concerned.

No, I do not have whatever stupidly named money transfer app you’re using this week, and no, I will not install it.

I’m not sure if you intended that to be foreplay or not, but my pants are coming off now.