Your decisions aren’t astute and your suits are slightly large and your hands are hot when I shake them which isn’t often since you moved to a city I couldn’t move to because of ties, my job, friends and ties and family and ties here.

This is not a comparision situation where I tot up differences, what’s the same, what I’d change, and how I’d meld you. This is not an either/or, a Chandler/Richard, a Ross or who now?