Morning Banter Over Donuts

Morning.

Evans.

Downey.

Is that the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles?

What did I tell you would happen

if you ate the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles?

I'm a little foggy on it, but I think it was something like raining

down

hellfire.

That's right.

And here I am without an umbrella.

I feel a storm brewing.