Welcome back to the basement. Welcome back to the basement yard. How's it going, Frank?

You're okay? I'm good. You sure? What's going on?

Are you okay? I feel good. I feel like. You're feely. I fully expect that you're touchy-feely.

I am a touchy-feely guy. I've learned to stop.

What does that mean?

Like, remember when we were kids, you said, like, I'd always, like, play with the buttons on your shirt and shit like that?

Yeah, that was annoying.

That was annoying.

And, like I said, I've learned to stop.

I'm fully expecting you to just burst into a sweat puddle and pie. A sweat pie.

Is that a thing?

It's kind of bad now.

It sounds like corn.

You're wearing what can only be described as just a bear.

It could be described as a sweater.

No, that's very sweater.

That's like, that's a level of sweater that's like, it's become, that a drawn sweater like if you were to ask me to like draw a sweater that's what I would draw it's

too sweatary I feel like you're being judgmental someone has to be I mean someone needs to tell you

that that sweater is too much of a sweater Frank you're marrying pink and black Adidas pants.

No, I'm not.

Also, the outfit that you came with the other day, I had to take a picture of it.

Really?

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