RAY: We're back. You're listening to Car Talk with us, Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers, and we're here to discuss cars, car repair and--duh!--the new Puzzler.
TOM: And it's good to be back into the swing of it.
RAY: Isn't it? Isn't it?
TOM: For so many months, you said the Puzzler's on vacation. It was so depressing. Now...
RAY: The Puzzler was so happy, though, being on vacation.
TOM: It was. So were you.
RAY: Well, I'm torn this week, because I have a lot of potentially lousy Puzzlers I could use, and you may have noticed that I'm working up to the good ones.
TOM: I didn't actually notice a trend.
RAY: Not a trend yet, because it's hard to have a trend when you only have one.
TOM: Two points.
RAY: One Puzzler under your belt.
TOM: What is it?
RAY: The other night I had a...what is it? A gastrointestinal attack in the middle of the night.
RAY: Well, it may have had something to do with that double-anchovy, pepperoni pizza I had at 11:00.
TOM: Does happen.
RAY: Or the cheesecake I ate out of the freezer an hour later. But in the middle of the night, I wake up moaning and groaning, clutching my stomach, and I find myself at the medicine chest looking for some medicinal relief. And I pull out the bottle of the stuff, which I recognize by its shape and color. And, lo and behold, I can't read the infinitesimally small print on the bottle.
RAY: So, I go clutching my stomach. I make my way to the bedroom and find my glasses on the dresser, and I come back and I put them on, and even with my glasses...
TOM: You can't read it.
RAY: I still can't read it. Too, the print is just too small. And I'm in agony now. I'm...
TOM: You wanted to just swizzle it down. You're going to swizzle it down.
RAY: I'm moaning and groaning. And I don't want to take the wrong dose, because too little is as bad as too much.
RAY: No, it isn't.
RAY: And to make matters even worse, as I'm bent over in pain, my glasses fall off my head and they break in half. I say, "Jeez, that's it. I'm going to just die right here."
TOM: On the bathroom floor.
RAY: On the bathroom floor. Unless I'm fortunate enough that my moaning wakes up another member of the household.
TOM: I hope.
RAY: I hope.
TOM: And all you could hear was three people yelling, "Shut up out there!"
RAY: That's about it.
TOM: That's about it, yeah.
RAY: And yet, a minute later...
RAY: I was tucked in bed, tucked under the covers, having taken the correct dosage. How did I do it?
TOM: Nobody woke up to help you.
RAY: Nobody. All you have is what you have. You have all the facts. Now, if you think you know the answer, write that answer on the back of a $20 bill and send it to Puzzler Tower...
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