David
There once was a showrunning man,
Who assembled below, quite a clan.
In his basement we wait,
For the cries to abate.
Then we'll narrate as fast as we can.

So there I was, peacefully ensconced in the shower. Shamming the poo right out of my hair. Minding the poo right out of my own business. It started slowly, almost imperceptibly, with a low droning buzz from the other room. "Strange" thought I, "What distant helicarrier be this?"