Ezra: “What’s that sound?”
Grammom: “What sound? The clock?”
Ezra: “The clock? Yeah, the clock. But the hands aren’t moving.”
Grammom: “Well, the hands move very slowly, it’s hard to see”
Ezra: “Whats that other sound?”
Grammom: “Uh, I don’t know. Gilligan maybe?” (the dog)
Ezra: “No, not Gilligan….I think it’s the sound machine in my brains.”
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So, Ez’s sound machine in his head must be like me always hearing my cell phone… even when it is not ringing.
Sound machines are brutal, man.