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MIKEY: [LAUGHS] Okay, so. I was having this dream about the bear. I promise this isn't a scary story, it's funny! I wouldn't bring the mood down like that. I was having this dream about the bear and in the dream he was pinning me down at the shoulder with his enormous paws. Not hurting me, just holding me there.

And I remember thinking in the dream, 'Uh, why is he just pinning me down? He's still got his teeth, why doesn't he rip my head off?'And I was scrambling, just trying to get out from under him and flapping around and he was about to tear my head off, and then- I woke up! And, what do you know, both of my arms were asleep.

MIKE: What, how do both of your arms fall asleep?

MIKEY: I have no idea! But I was on my back and my arms were asleep. Past asleep. They didn't feel like they were full of radio static, I couldn't feel them. Which is scary when you're ripped into the waking world and still disorientated and you have our history with arm related catastrophe.

So I wake up, I'm flailing around, I'm trying to sit up. I don't know if you ever tried to sit up without using your arms, it's really hard.

MICHAEL: Mikey, that's called a sit up. You can't do one sit up?

MIKEY: I can do a sit up, you can't just spring it on me like that! So, I go to sit up and my arms don't work and I end up flopping around on the bed like a fish. I'm trying to get my arms to hold me up and I flop my left arm over and clobber Edgar right in the nose.

MIKE: [LAUGHING] Oh no…

MIKEY: So, now Edgar wakes up and his nose is bleeding and he doesn't know what's going on and my arms are doing a little bit better. And by that I mean they feel so much worse because now I CAN feel them and they DO feel like they're full of radio static. And for all Edgar knows, I just punched him in the face. Or rather, he would think that it was me who punched him in the face, if he knew it was just me and him in the room.

But our lives are so dangerous that he thinks we're under attack! And so he goes for the gun on the nightstand. My gun of course, his is safely put away. And Edgar's not all the way awake yet either so he points the gun at me and- [HE STARTS TO LAUGH] -he yells, HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, MOTHERFUCKER.

MIKE: [LAUGHING]

MIKEY: And I'm- I'm yelling, 'it's me, it's me, it's Mikey, I can't put my hands up, they're asleep! Did you just call me a motherfucker??' And then this motherfucker made him breakfast in bed because I felt so guilty about scaring him.

MICHAEL: Well, I'm glad he didn't shoot ya, Mikey. That ain't a fun type of correction.

MIKE: Edgar would've never shot Mikey. He's a professional.

MICHAEL: Well, what if Mikey deserved it?