 Double Gloucester? Nope. Dorset Blue Vinnie? No. Brie, Rogue Four, Savoyaro? Not today, sir. No. Limburger? I do have Limburger. Ah, excellent. I'll have that then. It's a bit runny. Oh, I like it runny. Ah, it's actually very runny, sir. No matter. It may be runnier than you'd like. I don't care how f***ing runny it is. Hand it over with all speed. Alright, fine. Get him. It's a federal crime to sell overly moist Limburger cheese. Got him. Yeah! I see you cockroaches. You wanna play games? Okay. I'll play with you. You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friend. It's a federal crime to sell egg spaghetti that's less than 0.06 inches in diameter. Got him. Yeah! So I gave her all the cash I had, and I co-signed her car loan. It's getting serious, man. Like, she's gonna stop dancing soon, too. Like, she's just doing that to get through med school. Trust me. I believe her. And, um, I know her husband's still technically in the picture, but that's just cause of the kids. I think it's all really gonna work out. Just don't say anything, okay? Yeah, sure. Whatever. Get him. It's a federal crime to not report a train wreck. Got him. Yeah!