Methodic

Colin McDermott: ...so after I managed to somehow soak up all of the fucking water in the kitchen and in the empty space under the sink I put three or four fans in the dining room to try and dry up the carpet and air the place out. It smelled like Goddamn sewage which I kept thinking was probably loaded with all of the shit that my neighbors had to flush down the toilet every time someone called the cops on them for playing their music too loud at 2 AM every fucking Thursday morning. So anyway what, I dunno... three or four days later I had to get the number for the phone company because I needed them to come fix the wires which were so soaked that the internet and the phone wouldn't work - and remember this is back in the dialup days. So I looked in the phone bill for the maintenance number and found all of these fucking long distance calls to Long Island. I didn't know anyone in Long Island so I called the number. Some fucking guy answered and when I didn't say anything he hung up. I guess you don't really need to think to hard to know who he was...

Dan Grant: The plumber?