The Reverend sauntered in, one of the leftover nails in his hand, looking at it and gently giving the pad of his thumb a little test poke with it.  "Damn Boss, these things are sharp. Sorry, I'm late, I had to stop off and visit my boys.  Gave Thrasher a little more water and Spike just needed a little attention.  I'm going to have to take them out for a walk in a bit though, they hate pooping in their cages."  He sniffed the air and looked around, obviously hungry.  "Is that lasagna I smell?  And what's this here?" he looked at the big screen television.  "Food AND Entertainment? Mordecai, I am impressed. You put on a fine show here."<br/><br/>He served himself a healthy plate of food, stopping to ask if it was whole-grain vegetarian lasagna, and then cracking up.  He found a seat and dug in to his food.  Around a steaming mouthful, he asked "What's on TV?"