I can't come on sunday because the pirate illuminati is going to kidnap me and make my evil twin, who happans to also be an elvis empersonator, play my viola solo. I, instead am going to make pasta with a bunch of elves, the pirates, of course, and william. Afterwards we (that is, william and I), will use improbable contraceptive devices. Um, something invloving hershey's kisses and time travel. How's that for an excuse?