How big is this pastrami sandwich?

It is big.

It is taking you a long time to eat this thing, Evan.

But it takes him a long time because he's got a score of the game and he doesn't want to dripping on the scorebook.

No, that's the key.

Evan has talked about how much he likes his pastrami, so I went. I got my bucket of cookies. I got his pastrami. Given how Evan treats his scorebook, I'm surprised something else didn't drip on his scorebook.

Yeah, so later on in the evening, Tiki does his Tuesdays with Tiki's, and he's asked about my scorebook.

Take a listen.

Tiki, great to see you, but I got to ask.

So when Evan goes to the restroom, are you ever tempted to mess with a scoring book, change a hit to an E4, do some erasing in there at all?

Amen, he takes it with him.

He took it to the restroom.

He put it under his arm.

It was, I don't know, the Constitution or something.

It was unbelievable.

Camus applied.

I would watch it, but he doesn't trust me, I guess.

It's not about not trusting you, Teak.

It's ask yourself a question. Yes. What good can come from me, I guess. It's not about not trusting you, Teke. It's ask yourself a question.

Yes.

What good can come from me keeping my book in the hands of you, Sean, or Lugie?

I mean, I am not going to disrespect your brother.

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