There will be no Underoos.

That was humor. Mother.

Kevin. You are not going to believe this. Terry put low-v IRT rolling stock on a ballastless track. I was dying. Kevin. Dy-ing. Yes. You can hang up now.

What happens to the sombrero when it rains.

All aboard. The train will be departing in forty-five minutes.

What a thermometer.

Greetings to you all on this holiday. And on those holidays adjacent to this one and others.

*The passage of time has obliterated the fact that these were posted at the specified five. Ten. Twenty-one and forty-minute intervals.

Don't ever… Speak to me like that again.*

BOOOOOOOOOOONE(multiple exclamation points implied).*

What happens in my bedroom. Detective. Is none of your business.*

BONE(multiple exclamation points implied).*

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhow dare you. Detective Diaz. I am your superIOR OFFICER(multiple exclamation points implied).

Are you trying to Monty Hall me. That's unbelievable. I don't need Monty Hall ruining my place of work when Monty Hall has already ruined my homelife.

Now. if you'll excuse me. Detectives. I have to leave him a snide voicemail about… Kindergarten statistics.

You're fired.

It's the Monty Hall problem.

*slow motion*
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The Wire Fox Boys are back.

We're the top two. Just us. And that stupid. Freaking. Schnauzer.