Tim: As you can see, I've got our three samples of wood laid out on the work bench. I will hand him them now, one at a time, and he claims he can tell us what type of wood it is just by smelling it. We shall see. Al Borland, name that wood.
Al: Tim, that's hickory.
Tim: Can you believe it, ladies? This man's single. Second sample. Al Borland, name that wood.
Al: Cedar.
Tim: Ha!
Al: Wait. Western red cedar.
Tim: You almost messed that one up, Al.
Al: Well, I'm fighting off a cold, Tim.
Tim: Well, this next sample... [Tim removes his shoe] should be a little bit more difficult to discern, Al. [Tim removes his sock and lays it on the wood] Might have to take a big old whiff of this thing to figure out what it is.
Al: Well, I'm up to the challenge, Tim.
Tim: I certainly hope so, Al. Al Borland, name that wood.
Al: [sniffs] Oh! Well, it's a hardwood from the Pacific Northwest. And... ugh. Well, it's... This particular piece seems to have some type of a fungus. [Tim looks at his foot] Well, uh... Uh... Oof. Let me try this again.
[Al is overcome as he tries to sniff the piece of wood, causing him to drop it on Tim's bare foot]