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Herr Phatz has become my very favorite person in the whole wide world! Having saved my ass twice this week, I feel rather indebted to him. Imagine me, laying on the floor of my bathroom, vomiting a mixture of bile and blood because there is absolutely nothing left in my stomach from the terrible food poisoning to puke up. With no medicine left in the apartment, I have no option but to sob into my toilet. In between bouts I have enough ware with all to phone Phatz in a desperate plead for help and what happens? The boy comes straight over from work, Sir BSJ in toe-though I didn’t really realize he was there until Phatz left to get me some ginger ale and I looked up from the bowl for two seconds-and brings me everything I need. He even offers to call that god damn fancy restaurant that poisoned me AND left me with a $70 bill to boot and bitch them out. I tell him that’s not necessary, take my medicine and pass out quietly. For all of his good deeds, I would like to buy my darling friend the best house warming present ever. Anyone have any ideas?