Oh, I'm calling 911.

No, you're not.

Yeah, I always do that.

What do you mean?

You always call 911.

I always call 911.

I wake up at least once a week with like an outgoing call to 911.

But how?

If you press the lock button five times, it calls 911.

So why are we pressing it at times?

Because when I'm sleeping, my alarm's coming off and I'm just like, shut the fuck up. But the issue is, like, now they're probably like, oh, it's the boy who cries wolf.

And then when you actually need them, they're going to be nowhere to be found.

Which with how out of breath I am after turning those cameras on, I see 911 in my future.

I stopped listening the second my ring caught on the sweater that I spent 19,000 hours making and almost ripped it in half. Everybody, Samantha crocheted the sweater she's wearing today.

Have we talked about it? I only accept compliments. If there's any hate towards my sweater.

There won't be. No, it's iconic. It really is. And we went to get coffee before this.

We were in the drive-thru and the drive-thru worker was like, oh, I love your sweater. And all Sam said was, thank you.

Well, what else am I going to say?

I had to be, I literally leaned over.

You don't need to tell everybody that I made.

I said, she crocheted it.

She crocheted it herself.

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