We bear the same coat of arms. We have been baptized by eagle tears, showered in a hail of Zuesian tightness. You hear two laughs of the same voice. You are confused. Go with it.
This is the 2-car garage from Doc Brown’s 1955 residence (previously ‘not pictured’ in Part 7). My red down vest and denim long-sleeve were at the cleaners, so I had to sit this one out.