I once knew a guy who wore a plaid shirt and had one toenail that was muuuuuuuch longer than all the others. One toenail. He got up every morning, ate cheese on rye for breakfast, then walked to a mailbox to mail a letter. And do you know what the contents of that letter were, Prune?

I honestly have no idea, sir.

Well…neither do I, Prune. Neither…do…I….