I AM a nice guy, as long as the subject isn't oily rags or greasy washwater. However, I'm afraid it may be too late for Smolinski; he's showing all of the classic signs and symptoms of SDR exposure: sporting an unnatural tan, stumbling around in bunny slippers and a soiled, ratty terrycloth robe, and mumbling nonsense to himself. Oh wait, maybe I've mixed him up with someone else...