And another thing...

I am going to need therapy after this one.

Picture it, Sicily, 1929.... no wait, that's another show.

Picture it, Weird Office Guy, standing in front of the open microwave.

He takes his nuked dinner out, places it on the counter. He is about to close the door when something attracts his attention. He is mesmerized by the contents of the microwave. He stands, slack-jawed, contemplating his dilemma.

I watch in horror as he reaches in, runs his fingers across the plate inside and jams whatever it is IN HIS MOUTH! He repeats this process until he is satisfied that whatever he has spilled in there is cleaned up.

Howie Mandel would drop dead.