Before you can get too sad about the shortage of appreciation for your lackluster wordplay, you find yourself being accosted by more delirious mossheads. They were drawn in by the alluring stench of cold cuts, you presume.
Well, if they're coming over for a sandwich they might as well call you Jimmy John's, because you're about to give them a three-for-two with Socko and Boppo freaky fast.