Faheem Anwar

Yeah, you're good, dude.

And then you come in and we tie up your feet. What else happens? We like to tie up the Asian feet. Down the stairs in the basement?

And then I tie up. I said, I'm going to tie up your feet. Yeah. Why are you doing this to me? Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, why are you doing this to me, Mr. Jones? Put a little soy sauce on your feet. Why? I'm not tumbling. Yeah, you are. I'm not tumbling, Mr. Jones. You don't believe in Jesus. I don't. I'm Buddhist. I'm Buddhist, Mr. Jones. I'm going to eat your feet. Please don't. Oh, I see.

Ah, you got a good point, Cole. Ain't much to do when you're all alone all the time. I reckon you can smell as bad as you please out there in the wild. But come into town and folks start looking at you like y'all been rolling in cow dung. I reckon it's the dust.

Every time I come in here, it feels like she's going to read my soul. I ain't sure how she manages to fold the laundry so perfectly. Like she's working magic.

Yeah, what up?

Oh, what's up? Are you sharing that right now?

What'd you say?

Just the trade notes.

Sure, no. I mean, it's biological.

They do.