Now you’re in charge of this mess.
In the great scheme of things, no big deal.
Good riddance.
You are now disconnected.
Best wishes to you and your family.
Too bad what happened—you’re still better off than Mussolini.
Moving right along.
Tough break, kid.
Mea culpa, mea . . . OK, fine, mea maxima culpa.
So what’s with the disappearing act?
Time marches on.
We’ll be on the ground shortly.
Get well sooner than later!