[ Ray answers the door, looking perky and untroubled by all his usual grievances, wearing a flour-dusted half apron and holding a cigarette in his good hand. His eyebrows raise, smile hesitant for a moment, but then quickly growing bright and sincere. ]
Oh, it's you! Come in, come in.
[ He steps out of the way, letting the door open further. ]
[youtuber voice] I Was Threatened,
Oh, it's you! Come in, come in.
[ He steps out of the way, letting the door open further. ]
What can I do for ya?