*Returning back home.
Me: Hey, what are all these envelopes doing in our mailslot?
Ah, they're apparently a subscription of Capitol Records albums.
Me: What? I don't have a subscription to Capitol Records, not even one to CD Baby.
Mmhm, let me check. Oh, they postman must've gotten our mail mixed-up again. These say they're for a Mr. Yankee-Vik from Albuquerque, New Mexico.
*Silly music sound cue.
, singing, Oh-oh-ouoh, Oh-Oreo, oh-oh-ouoh, the white stuff.
*Ponders if I should tell Cook about the other song about those, where it doesn't matter if you eat the black or white.
Meanwhile, Uncle Deadly sings his own version of Like a Caryon, dieing for the very last time, like a caryon, got your funeral on my mind.