I know somebody who thinks people falling over is the funniest thing in the world. But I’m still their friend, which obviously speaks to my maturity and high levels of tolerance. I don’t see the humor in it, however. If somebody falls down stairs, I just think, ‘Why couldn’t it happen to my enemies?’ And get sad, really, because I don’t actually have any enemies anymore. I did for a while, I suppose. Then they died. Fell down some stairs, actually. Kinda sad really.