George Sr. is trying to fix the lawnmower. Sheldon approaches with a laptop.

“Sheldon! Get down! You’ll break your collarbone again!”

Outside, a squirrel chews through the internet cable.

“That’s… a very good question,” George says slowly. “But right now, I need you to hand me the nine-sixteenths wrench.”

“Semantics. The real question is why the episode is taking three hours. Our internet is provided by a cooperative of retired telephone linemen and a single, overworked squirrel.”

“Unacceptable,” Sheldon mutters. But he doesn’t close it.

Behind him, Missy shuffles in, hair a nest of static.