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Jay: Hi Rick. Sorry to get your voicemail - I would have liked to hear how you reacted to my penetrating analysis of your Rex Young fixation.
The space helmet is some kind of prophylactic. Although it's clear that Rex is having gorgeous, unprotected intercourse with Lenore, you believe that there is no intellectual exchange: the helmet is barring the mental connection that you so prize with Lenore on account of your inability to satisfy her dormant, but probably ravenous sexual appetite. You're so threatened by Rex, that you've discounted his intellect entirely and I must say that, if you still plan to hire him, this is a dangerous oversight - why can't a man's "Michaelangelesque" physique be glossed with droplets of ethereal light-scattering sweat without nullifying his intellect? Also, I fear that some of your overwhelming homoeroticism has crept into my own analysis. You have separated mind from body too distinctly. You, like most steadfast Cartesians, implicate your own impotence in this distinction. How clean are your feet on average?
As for the DeLorean, its ubiquity is a testament to the continued relevance and genius of the "Back to the Future" series which I have recently rediscovered on my own. You have been billed for the 6.5 hours which I spent watching the trilogy as research for your condition, as well as the 13 hours I spent reflecting on the films, and the 2.5 hours I spent looking at pictures of the DeLorean on the internet. I did not bill you for the hour I spent researching the peculiar physiology of seagulls' wings as it was admittedly an offshoot from my original research.
See you again soon. This voicemail took approximately 3 minutes to record. Your account has been billed accordingly.
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