Bob Backlund stands behind a table, wearing a white sweatshirt and speedo shorts. He’s busy mashing carrots into a juicer. He smiles at Virgil who is seated next to him. Virgil gazes into Bob’s eyes with a mischievous smirk. There are 40 thousand stray carrots piled on the table in front of them. Okay that’s an exaggeration but there’s 30 or something. It’s too big of a pile of full sized carrots.
Counted 34, but could be very wrong