Like a monkey ready to be shot into space.

Space monkey.

Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

It's a fat kid too.

I was wearing that shirt.

Fat little meatball asshole.

Jerko.

I don't get angry, I don't get violent, I certainly don't try to throw up on people on purpose. Get him. Get them. Get that dwarf.

Tell him, Steve, Dave.

Hello, and welcome to this week's edition of Tell him Steve Dave.

Oh, my God.

Shit's going crazy already.

With me, Brian Quinn. And Brian Johnson. Hello. No Walt Flanagan today. There's no Walt Flanagan, unfortunately. I mean, is it, tell him Steve Dave without him? Space Monkeys today, bro. Is it Space Monkeys? Is it minus one? Space Monkeys. Okay. We're doing it from the beautiful Johnson compound. We're not even at the store today.

No, we're outside. You may hear birds chirping and dogs barking, children playing.

Or we're in the flight path of all three major airports in the area, Norc, JFK, and LaGuardia.

So you may hear planes flying. We're two blocks away from a highway.

Right. I'm looking at the beach, though.

Tire screeching. You can see the ocean from here.

This is nice.

Why is Walt not here, you ask?

Because, unfortunately, the fleetest of dogs passed away over the weekend.

And Walt was... the fleetest of dogs passed away over the weekend and uh walt was uh not in the spirits to do it not in the spirits to do the show which i understand yeah of course let me say right away

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