Steve: Bjork dreams of firefighters.

Zack: *in fairy child voice* Eenchanted eenferno, hoses on my mech. So much foam from my cannon...shooman beings saved.

Steve: Bjork kicks down a door and carries out a coughing child.

Zack: "Aaaaaaaalllllll take you to my tree house, Aaaaaallll raise you as my baby...boy."

Steve: I have a feeling the number for the Bjork fire department is like 500 digits and you have to dial it exactly right.

Zack: And she only answers the phone for like an hour every year on an equinox.

Steve: So it's a lot like not having a fire department.

Zack: Hooonnnnnly, much more eeeen-chant-ing.

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