Mescina were appointed by the Grand High King Poobah as 'Purveyors of vibrational waves for the purpose of shoving in your earholes' some odd years ago in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say dickety because the Kaiser had stolen our word twenty. Admiral Burn had just reached the pole, only hours ahead of the Three Stooges. You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people. Well you can't bust heads like we used to but one trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time we caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. We needed a new heel for a shoe, so, we decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So we tied onions to our belts, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was we had onions on our belts, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones. Anyway he won the argument, but we walked away with the turnips. The following morning we resigned our commission with the coastguard. The next thing we knew there was civil war in Spain and that's everything which happened right up to now. So we'd like to digress from our prepared remarks to discuss how we invented the terlet