Doug:
Anothah day anothah stiff twig up there hunched as wet black rook arranging Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
Mike:
Yep, the wait's begun again. The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
Al:
Watah watah everywhere. And all I do is drink. Whiskey.
Doug:
The weathah is ruining my summah!
Mike:
I swear if it wasn't for Josh Beckett I would have already rode away like Elijah on a wheel of cloud.
