Good Evening, Everybun!
Yes, hoomin, that's a pfft in your general direction. It's most generous of me, I know. That's in case you turned off the news and such, and managed to bliss out for a bit. Now you can fret over what you think you might have done. You can't thump about it, too. After all, it is the bunday evening thumps.
And last but not least, Mr. Spressos sends his regards. He says he never watches you, and knows not what you're up to every second of the day and night.
Good night, and good luck,