( He gives the cable a twisty-yank; lets a bundle drop and hang from some slack to slowly spin itself to straight before picking it back up again. )

Ha, that's easy. I'm super not sane. I mean, seriously, I'm a mess up there.

( Which he's way too cavalier about, but... que sera sera at this point. )

If it helps to think about it like... you wouldn't be shocked if a body builder could flat-out juggle you, right? Those things, brain stuff, that's all they do. Everything's good at something. It's incredibly rare, so I wouldn't worry about it happening again any time soon.

( A beat. )

Soonish. Crap, I just jinxed it, didn't I? Maybe knock on wood—

( He knocks on his fake shin. Classic amputee humor again. )