Uhm… yea and God said to Abraham; “You will kill your son Isaac.” And Abraham said, “I can’t hear you, you’ll have to speak into the microphone.” And God said, “I’m sorry, is this better? Check check… check. Jerry, pull the high end out, I’m still getting some hiss back here.”

Oh. Uh… I never knew Biscuit as a dog, but I did know her as a table. She was sturdy, all four legs the same length…