The reptile guy backed out. But I got a new buyer. A clown.
Is it the one where we break down on the highway of life?
Back at the garage. Morning. The BDMV is somehow running, belching white smoke. Skeeter appears with a stack of cash.
That’s not a plan. That’s a war crime against engineering.
Okay. But we’re not naming the next one.
Mandy? Hand me the… the spinny-thing.
[Warm, confused laughter]