Two! Two's the key number here! Think about it. Two-Elevens. Two doors. Two, man, that's the number. Two chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office, 'cause you're fuckin' fired!