Jake: Hey, you're watching Jake and Amir. (silence) Wow, these are easier without you. [Amir is banging some crabs with a crab mallet.] Jake: What are you doing? Amir: Eating lunch; is that okay? Or is it not lunchtime yet? Jake: It's 9:30 in the morning. Amir: Oh... Jake: Are you eating crabs? Amir: Crabs, lobster, shrimp, anything with a shell. Jake: Looks like it's mostly crabs. Amir: Turtles also have shells. Jake: How did you get crabs? Amir: That's how she said. (laughs) Jake: How she said what? Amir: A how-she says what? Jake: You're getting further away from it. Amir: You're a how-she. Jake: Where did you get crabs from around here? Amir: From a guy in front of our building. Jake: Wow, so you bought crabs from a guy at, like, at a stand? Amir: No, I bought crabs from, like, a guy in a truck? Jake: Like a lunch truck...? Amir: Like a pickup truck? Jake: So you bought crabs from a total stranger without any concern of foodborne illnesses? Amir: No! I bought crabs with money! Jake: Okay, well, I think you smashed them enough, all right? You're getting pieces of shell and meat everywhere. Amir: Okay, well, it's still alive! Jake: Oh my god, you bought live crabs, and you brought them into the office. Amir: What, you want me to eat these alone outside? (lifts up bag of crabs as they fall out) OH NO! Jake: Wow, everybody tuck your pants into your socks! Amir: Yeah, and tuck the crabs into your pants, okay? I want these babies back dead or alive! Preferably both. Jake: How both? Amir: One of each! Oh! (tosses mallet) Jake: Not clever. Amir: Clever like a cra-OWW! ONE'S GRABBING MY DI— THE END