Wandering Jew, this is Houston. T-Minus thirty minutes; we are good for next stage. Baste the bird; repeat, baste the bird.
Roger that, Houston. Basting the bird in five . . . four . . . three . . . dang, that’s hot . . . two . . . one. Basting the bird now.
Good job, Wandering Jew. Houston out.
Um, Houston? I may have gotten confused. Did you mean literally baste the turkey that’s in the oven, or did you mean bomb Beijing?
. . . shit, Wandering Jew.