"You hear about Carl?"

"No, what?"

"He got the Orange Ribbon."

"Oh... Poor Carl."

"He hasn't been the since same since his wife died."

"Oh well.  He's going to a better place."

"Is he, though?"

Hello 911?

There's either a demon eating a live octopus or a dog trying to snorkel in the office next door to me.

Oh wait... That's just Pat eating a burrito.

Nevermind.