Here’s your sandwich. Would a sandwich by any other name smell quite as delicious? Huh? The sandwich passes through us. We pass through life. The earth passes through space. We’re all one big sandwich on a journey from mouth to sewer. I don’t understand what’s happening. You probably wouldn’t get it. It’s a little deep. Listen, you’re not deep just because you got on a black turtleneck. Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind wanting to start again? I’m pretty sure those are Katie Perry lyrics. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Okay. That’s enough. Now from the top. Make it drop. Get a bucket, and a mop. That’s a wet ass- Hey. Okay. You better now? Awe, just has tomatoes in it? What the crap?