Tahmmy knocks on Jorch’s office door at work...

JORCH: “Uh, just a minute!!” (Sounds of shuffling items and banging around).

TAHMMY: “I just have a quick question about tonight’s show. It’ll only take a second...”

JORCH: “I’m quarantined by the CDC. Don’t come in!”

(Tahmmy opens Jorch’s office door)...

JORCH: “Wait, NO!!!!” (Jorch has a noose around his neck, pants around his ankles, an open bottle of EZ Glide on his desk, a buttplug firmly ensconced in his kiester, and a cock-ring around the base of his schlong).

TAHMMY: “What the...?!?!” (Before Tahmmy can finish his thought, Jorch has passed the point of no return and involuntarily shoots off across the room on to Producer Tahm’s doughy face)...

SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!