FF and I are going into counseling.

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Picture this. You're on foot, through the desert, the unbearable heat, the flies, windblown sand in your mouth. Something flashes a dull white on up ahead. What is that? Curious, you walk past a barricade of tumbleweed, and there, in your path... it's the tortoise. It's gotten turned over. It's on its back and unable to right itself. You look down at the creature, helpless, exhausted, but you're not helping. The turtle returns your gaze, exasperated, a mixture of fear and anger. He pleads. Why aren't you helping me? But you're still not helping.

You turn your gaze out across the plain, over the scattered creosote, past the vigilant Joshua trees, out toward the stony mountains. Finally, after a long moment, you answer, your voice abrupt, punctuating the empty silence... "Haldemann". The turtle groans. The End.

Hope this helps. I think it really gets to the heart of the matter.