Mary sighed. “Just eat your breakfast, George.”
“Dad,” Sheldon said, not looking away from the screen, “do you ever feel like reality is just a low-bitrate stream of a higher-dimensional source?” young sheldon s01e19 h264
George Sr., mid-bite into a guacamole-drenched tortilla chip, froze. “Son, it’s seven in the morning. I haven’t even had my first coffee.” Mary sighed
Missy, eating cereal, muttered, “The only artifact around here is you.” Mary sighed. “Just eat your breakfast