“What’s M4B?” Chris asked.
A deep, robotic voice boomed:
He threw the iPod into the air. Stewie whipped out a laser pistol. Chris grabbed a flyswatter. Meg sighed.
Then, the router’s flames finally died out.
Suddenly, the front door flew open. A man in a dark suit stood there, holding a pair of headphones.
Stewie adjusted his monocle. “It’s an audiobook format, you bovine. Which means… someone has converted the visual comedy of my infantile tantrums into an audio-only experience.”