That's like two and a half episodes of LOST to the rest of you non-ticians. I was using old cardboard, filled to the brim with spider eggs, and my hands were shaking from the three pepsis I downed to counteract the eight milligrams of xanax I had swallowed twenty minutes (one (1) episode of three's company) beforehand. It was a daunting feat, but goddamit one of us had to do it.