How does one deal with the problems presented by packing so many helpless creatures into tiny adjacent stalls that they create a mountain of shit so impossibly vast and putrid that it causes an international incident?

Asks an indignant Joey Kurtzman about the dread Manhattan real estate market. Kidding. He's talking about Israeli cow quarantines, and Tahl's sister and Elisa pile on like we're all in an editorial meeting or Moby-led seder in Lolita or something.

Gotta run. Double bacon cheeseburger awaits.