You are too ill? Ah! You mean ill.
Yeah man, I picture it: you're lounging deep wi' some of them there ho's, and there's all these fierce twisted beats in the air (or is that poppers?) 6 jägermeister bongs and you're givin' it all this and givin' it all that and there's this kind of grind-thing going on downstairs - in them pelvises, and the lights. Yeah bro - you slay 'em good!
Creeping Malaise? Y'what? You better not let her catch you calling her that: you'll get a clip round the ear! Nay youth, softly softly. When you're rested from the whizz, buy her some flowers and chocolates and ask if you can go to the Rhinogs for a while. Sorted! Go!