Enrico: Oh, when the saints (ba-dum bum bum) come marching in (ba-dum bum bum), oh, when the saints come marching in…
Oh, how I…huh?
Integra: Good, he stopped singing. Now if he just called off the bombs, we wouldn’t have to be here.
Erin: I don’t have a car, but I would visit this place anyway!
[Photo taken by a reader, who points out the karate school on the second floor, which “means they can both change your flat AND knock you flat.”]