Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“I have, uh, joined Goose.”

No. No, no, no.

“The ol’ Bobber can tell which way the wind is blowing. And it’s blowing Gooseward.”

Okay, first of all: “Gooseward” is not a word.

“It’s a direction.”

Second: that’s a duck.

“Duck are baby geese.”

They are not. They are absolutely not.

“Regardless. I had Irving Azoff make a call and, uh, now I’m in Goose.”

Fine. Whatever. When do rehearsals start?

“Oh, we won’t be rehearsing.”

Obviously.