“What happened to you?” I said. “You look five years younger.”

“I died and had to revert to a backup,” he said.

“Damn, you need to backup more often,” I said.

“No fucking kidding, dumbass,” he said, while forcefully moving his head from side to side. “Don’t you fucking think I know that by now?”

I then stabbed him in the heart with an ice pick (I’m too cheap to buy a blender, but I really love chopped ice). I hope he hadn’t already made another backup, because I would really enjoy killing him again tomorrow.