"Don't just stand there, go outside, where we were just moments ago and inexplicably left to come back inside. Probably so that I could tell you to go outside again."
What word are you afraid to think of, Carol? Is it "minutes" - is it because you know that, in whatever nightmare dimension you inhabit, the concept of "minutes" equates to a torturously long, interminable, tedious span of time? E.g., this conversation that has probably taken place over the course of "minutes" but started like, a month ago. I think. Who knows, Tommie's been wearing that shirt for "days."