[Since there's nothing better to do, Lee is doing hand-clappy pushups on his fingers. In 85-degree temperatures. There's a little puddle of sweat pooling around him.]

thirty-thousand five-hundred forty-one *clapthudpantsqueak* thirty-thousand five-hundred forty-two *clapthudpantsqueak* thirty-thousand five-hundred forty-three *clapthudpantsqueak*..