30 or 40 more batches and I may have found what's going to rid the world of Granny's complaint.

You've spent too much time in that cold office.

You've got frostbite of the brain.

Roy, she'll go back to the hill.

I would love nothing better.

I've had too many run-ins with that unlicensed, untrained queen of the voodoos.

Goodbye, Bilbo.

Roy, I'm begging you.

Forget it.

All right.

But I can't forget the sick and suffering or depriving of a bed in the Clyburn Charity Clinic.

Who, Charity Clinic?

If you help me, I can arrange for Jed Clapper to donate the entire 8 million you need, and he won't care what you name the clinic.

That means it would be completed one year sooner.

No, no, no, not with Granny, no!

Oh, I'll do it.

But I'm only doing it so the sick and needy will get help that much sooner.

Don't think it's so I can call it the Clyburn Charity Clinic.

Of course, it does have a nice ring to it.

Jed, please come back and help me.