Oh my god.
It’s like if you guys had to define for me what a television is.
Wait. Are you telling us you’re not Tuvalu’s Frink? You’re Television’s Frink?!?
I’m not telling you anything.
Well then I’ll keep imagining you in a grass skirt.
Damn I’m sexy.
Well that’s ruined. Now I’m imagining something safer: you arriving at the door wearing a tool belt, to fix the cable.