It all started when I told him to slow down while driving because the speed limit was 55 and he started saying “Schfifty-Five” a lot while calling me a little girl and saying that his IQ was also Schfifty-Five. Suddenly he’s giggling like a small child and I have no idea what’s so funny.
I mean, in hindsight they were. He sent a cow forward in time to witness Lemmy, then brought him back to report what he saw.