[ Bless you, Drake, you're a good man. He tries to take in some of that chill, breathe it in-- uh, via Facetime-- but all he really manages is a deep breath followed by another nervous smile. ]
Oh yeah. Elevens are super! [ A beat, as he furrows his brow and mutters to himself, affronted by his own word choice. ] 'Super'?
[ REALLY, JEFF. ]
Um. I'm not picky. I can turn it up to eleven!
[ Why are you making a This is Spinal Tap reference, Jeff? To his credit, he makes another face in response to himself. ]
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Oh yeah. Elevens are super! [ A beat, as he furrows his brow and mutters to himself, affronted by his own word choice. ] 'Super'?
[ REALLY, JEFF. ]
Um. I'm not picky. I can turn it up to eleven!
[ Why are you making a This is Spinal Tap reference, Jeff? To his credit, he makes another face in response to himself. ]