MY FELT. HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY GOOD BOWLER? NOT THE ONE I'M WEARING RIGHT NOW, THE ONE THAT I'M GOING TO BE WEARING IN TWENTY MINUTES.

Uhhh, no boss, I ain't. Lemme look around.
CROWBAR, JUST THE LEPRECHAUN I WANTED TO SEE. LAST I CHECKED THE BOWLER WAS CAUGHT IN AN UNSTABLE TIME LOOP BECAUSE EGGS AND BISCUIT HAVEN'T BEEN KEEPING THEIR FUCKMOTHERING HANDS TO THEMSELVES. I'M WELL AWARE THAT THE LOOP WOULD HAVE ORDINARILY RESOLVED ITSELF, BUT AGAIN, I WILL BE WEARING AFOREMENTIONED BOWLER IN TWENTY MINUTES. DEAL WITH THIS.

I ain't gettin' nowhere near that, boss. I know how they get when they do their bullshit loop. I'm gonna wait it out and give a good smack like I always do wit' da crowbar.

It's about timin'. Gimmie a moment.
GOOD WORK, CROWBAR. THE BOWLER IS WHERE IT IS MEANT TO BE. ATOP MY PERFECTLY SHAPED CRANIUM.

No problem, boss.

