Zarion: (covered in snow, shivering) O-okay, so it’s been six days. Tigerboy and I have declared this a Snowpocalypse.
Tigerboy: Y-yeah. I’m building a teleportation machine to transport us to Iowa. The land of potatoes, and, hopefully, ways to help us with our “Abominable” problem.
Uncle Murray: Grrrrrr….
Zarion: Sorry. (turns to Tigerboy) I told you it was a bad idea to bribe Uncle Murray into being the new transcript writer. Zarion out.
