Danville: No one has sent any requests.
Hobknocker: Very disappointing.
Danville: So, we're going to improvise this. I type something random, and Hobby has to respond. It begins...NOW! My furnace has just killed your pet dog.
Hobknocker: Not Skippy! He loved peanut butter!
Danville: Crunchy or smooth?
Hobknocker: Why do you care? You killed him!
Danville: How was I supposed to know that flamethrowers are poisonous?
HobknockerCentral: And, scene. This has been the Danville and Hobknocker Show, next time, my name goes first, and...
Both: LIVE, FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!