Sheriff A: You see that? Sheriff B: Yep. Sheriff C: Bunch of weeds tumblin' cross our deserted throughway. Sheriff A: Never seen that before. Sheriff B: Nope. Sheriff C: Nor have I neither. Sheriff A: We should name it. Sheriff B: Okay. That there is a Circle Dry Dry Guy. Sheriff C: Stick Orgy. Sheriff A: Metaphor for Our Lonely Drift Through An Infinity of Nothingness. Sheriff B: How bout Jake? Sheriff C: Wait, they are weeds that tumble, right? Let's call um...hold on... are you wearing a pink hat? Sheriff A: Damn straight. And we're calling them Brittney Spheres. - #smoshsummergames