Now this is all me, and now this is all me.
Hey Eric, come meet me.
Where are you?
I'm at a house party in Fort Greene.
Oh, you're where?
Fort Greene, it's easy.
Take the G to Lafayette Ave, and then give me a call when you get out.
Maybe.
Bye.
The G train?
It's the G train.
Get in the game, Smith!
Get in the game!
Hey Eric, I just got out of the train.
Oh, I didn't think you were coming.
I'm at this, like, tiny instrument party in South Press by Tide.
You should totally come.
Here's what I learned.
You're where?
It's easy.
Just head to Atlantic Terminal, then take the Q to 7th Ave.
Just listen to your heart.
Then go in the opposite direction and call me.
So my heart is telling me that I'm on my way to a tiny instrument party in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Oh, I had to go.
I got really lame when everyone went electric.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Look, if you still want to meet me, I'm at this awesome juice party.
Um...
Can you pick up some kale we're all out of here?
Yeah, where is it?
It's this industrial area that's between Boreham Hill Rockaway and Williamsburg.
It's a new neighborhood they're calling Barakabilly.
Oh, Brooklyn!
How do I get there?
All right, it's easy.
If you go down to the dock, you're going to see a ram's horn, blow into it, and a boat will come.
Get on that boat, and it's going to take you around the eastern tip of Brooklyn to the party.
The driver runs the ship as a little crusty, but he's the man.
This stuff is running through me, all right?
I'm going to call when you get out.
All right, I think I'm here.
Latin King, Quinceanera!
It's made up of all the rooftops of all the buildings in Dumbo.
They're calling it Mama Jumbo.
Get out of the subway.
I need you to sing background vocals to the following song.
It's an infomercial watch.
It's an infomercial watch.
It's an infomercial watch.
It's an infomercial watch.
It's an infomercial watch.
It's a neighborhood called Ruffles Have A Bay Ridge.
It's a neighborhood called Ruffles Have A Bay Ridge.
Eric, I'm home already.
No, I'm really close to you.
You just missed everyone.
You're wearing my pajamas.
Hey, is it all right if I crash here?
Getting home tonight is going to be kind of a bitch on the G.
I made friends with your cats.
No one makes friends with my cats.
God, none of you wears the odorant.
Did I ever tell you I have web feet, by the way?
No, give me a mic!
Everything, like...
Socks!
Oh, that sounds like a fart.
It's like in a CRISPR.
Are you wearing underwear?
What?
Are you wearing underwear?
Are you wearing underwear?
