Tariff Time! Na-na-na-NA! Can't tariff this! Even Carrotene Caligula's minions can't keep up with their orange lord and saviour (who will sell them out in a Jamaica Queens Minute). MAGATS bemoan the passing of a shitty brewery in Norfolk, Virginia (which always scares them because they're afraid they're gonna say "fuck.") Mika sighs, "oh!" a lot as she finds out what "tariffs" means. They're fiddling while Rome barbecues.