Oh say Kentusee, your textbooks just ain't right.
When the evidence proves that you weren't at the scene, there's only one thing it can possibly mean.
A schmear of sex, religion, politics and math, all in less than a minute and a half.
Who's Clay talking to? Why? Who cares? I'm outta here. So is Clay.
The breakfast hit.
The first episode, aging fast. Just like its creator.