Zipper

Got a, got a comment saying, "Sup, John.

Zipper fine.

Hey, Amber.

Great content." Thank you, guys.

I don't want open windows when I'm sleeping outside.

Okay? It's one thing when you're in a tent and you can hear the zipper, the bzz, you know? The, uh, wait, I don't want anybody looking in-

Zip up the tent, all right

...

if the, if the car-

But anyway.

Because Zipper's done.

Zipper's off pre-recording some American content for another 15 minutes.

He's missed the start of his own show.

He's made it all about him again, has he?

20% more capacity, 30% more speed and 70% more flex.

Stock available now.

Zipper still hasn't arrived.

Instead, the gadget goes haywire, turning Weemawee High's social circle into a social mess.

Why do I almost feel like I should put a "Zipper!" in here? Something like Zipper would've done, like, three or four years earlier.

Zipper! I just wanted to say Zipper because how often do I get to say Zipper around here? Also, it says here, regarding this love detector that backfires, it also causes problems for happy couples by making other love matches for them.

Oh, hey, that's an orgy.

A high school orgy.

You know what I mean? And there came the zipper.

The zipper.

And that guy's name was Mr. Zipper.

I'm just guessing.

No, I'm kidding.

Long time for no stop-offs My bread beer get pop-off

By bus, uh-huh Hand on a pole, thumb on chipped paint Lady in scrubs, eyes half-masked, back of the bus Kid with the backpack, zipper stuck, one strap loose Coin jaw pink and that old Fairbox blues Old man folds the post, slow news From the back, shoulders push, make a pass One stop, then another, same old track Step up, step up, make room at the rail Vinyl seat, warm dance Next stop, coming fast, hand on the pole, feet on the sway, diesel in the throat Get on the inner veil, stand back, back door driver, don't look, transfer, stuff warm in my fist Kid with a backpack, zipper stuck, one strap loose, coin jar clinking, that old fair box blues Old man folds up, hold slow news, moving, moving, from the back Shoulders push, make a pass, no, no turning back, one stop dance We out.

Lady in scrubs, eyes half-masked Back of the bus, kid with the backpack Zipper stuck, one strap loose Coin jaw pink and that old Fairbox blues Old man folds the post, slow news Movin', movin' from the back Shoulders push, make a pass Nope, turn it back One stop, then another Same old track Step up, step up Make room at the rail Vinyl seat, warm damn sleeve The bell tuggin' Step up, step up Next stop, comin' fast Hand on the pole, feet on the sway Diesel in the throat Get on the inner veil, stand back, back door driver Don't look, transfer, stuff warm in my fist Kid with a backpack, zipper stuck, one strap loose Coin jar clinkin' that old Fairbox blues Old man fold up, hold slow news Movin', movin' from the back Shoulders push, make a pass No, no turnin' back One stop, then another Same old track Move up, one stop, prospect ass Window shakes, window to train pass Smell a hot tar and diesel Seat spring squeeze Frida taps her knee, I tap Cord pull.

We out.

Prospect fence right there.

Then Ben Graham, who gets...

Drumroll if you can, please, Zipper.

There's got to be a lot of votes.

On Unfiltered.

The egg flips.

I think they've arrived.

So we've got Zipper working on the Rashido studio mashup.

Whether we can turn this around by 11, we'll be touch and go.