The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour

There doesn't seem to be much breathing room here. In fact, the walls seem to be getting closer and closer. I just measured the distance between myself and them, it's shrinking. This space is affectionate, but it borders on dangerous. Maybe if I just step outside for a few minutes. Well, the door seems to be locked and the walls are getting even closer now. That's ok, I don't think there was an outside anyways.

In the great north, being crushed to death is considered a rite of passage! The Earth is smothered in wildflowers and my waffles are smothered in whip cream.

Disintegrate

We're dead, you and I. I've killed us both.