“What’s M4B?” Chris asked.

“Oh my God,” Peter whispered, tears welling up. “The sacred rectangle still lives?”

“Stop it!” Lois yelled. “We’re losing reality!”

Peter’s eyes went wide. “You mean… we can listen to ourselves? Without having to look at Meg?”

Just then, the TV flickered again. An image appeared: a grainy, bootleg recording of a giraffe falling off a trampoline.

“Creepy,” Peter muttered.

The audio played. They heard the familiar, chaotic Foley—the slide whistle, the rimshot, the squish of a pie hitting flesh. But without the visuals, it was… wrong.

“Dammit, Lois! My ‘Jocky Jam’ podcasts are buffering again!” he whined.