C’mon, c’mon, stop looking at me.
You can’t look at me, either.
Now you’re both looking at me! Stop it!
There you go. Almost there….
Good enough. Let’s try something else.
Profile, Mr. Dorset.
Profile, Mr. Suffolk.
You’re kinda the scary one, aren’t you?
Don’t look at me like that. This is important. I’ve got something for you when we’re done.
Get it together!
Not that together!
You can do it. You’ve got Olympic gold medalists written all over you!
There you go.
Now to the left.
A 10! A perfect score!!!!
You could crack a smile. You guys could use a sense of humor, you know.
What did the cloned sheep say to the other sheep? I am ewe.
Did you think you were going to get a real medal? I’m sorry. This is all I’ve got.
Wait! I’ve got more! Well, not more like a medal. Forget that!
When a sheep is rammed, does it become ewes’d?
There were these two sheep, see, and one of them walked into a baaa–