The Doc asked me if I’d had any contact with frogs recently.
— What you mean?
— You know, frogs.
— Yes, frogs. Ribbit, ribbit!
— Green chaps. Slimy.
Then he starts jumping up and down, skinny legs flexing like an Olympian. Across the floor —ribbit, ribbit! — onto a filing cabinet — ribbit, ribbit! — back to his desk — ribbit, ribbit!
— See? Frogs.
— No, I mean how recently is ‘recently’?