Explode.

Tonight on the phone:

Ryan: But that was only the second most absurd thing to happen this week. The first was the exploding building in New York City.
Lee: Yeah I heard about that.
Ryan: What really took it to the next level though was that the New York Times was using 'blew up' in their descriptions. Like 'Doctor so-and-so, who has been in a coma since his townhouse blew up this week, succumbed to his injuries today.'
Lee: Because in that situation you wouldn't use 'exploded' or 'burnt down.'
Ryan: We're the paper of record, and we record this building as having 'blew up.'

Ryan: And I had that argument with the guy in the headquarters of Condé Nast and I was like "Wait, how did I get into this?"
Lee: "What happened!?!"
Ryan: I literally was walking back to the subway thinking "One step in any other direction, to any other group of people, and that never would've happened."
Lee: This doesn't sound like the kind of guy who you will persuade or calm down anytime soon.
Ryan: That'd be a hell of a lunchroom conversation though, if we talked again.
Lee: "Hey, remember that night last week when you acted like a complete jackass? Me too!"

Lee: We did do the jello snarfle, but there was waay too much jello. They used the black bowls from the cafeteria, and it was just–
Ryan: Wait, the black bowls as in the big plastic ones? As in, the ones we used to eat our pasta from?
Lee: Yeah man.
Ryan: You're snarfling jello out of salad bowls.
Lee: I looked at them and just thought "You cannot be serious."
Ryan: So eighteen hours later when the kids finally came down from having sugar flowing through their brain cavity...this is like our plan for having the kids eat their dozen Krispie Kremes last year from the Royals game–
Lee: And just letting them run around until they puke. That would've been awesome.