Cane had himself a spy-thriller morning—getting tailed before sunrise and breaking into his own apartment Mission Impossible-style via the fire escape. Meanwhile, you can now officially check if the feds are watching you… though honestly, do you really want to know?
And poor Corey? Let’s just say the TSA knows his crotch on a first-name basis—they give him a gentle “how ya doin’?” tap every single trip. All this, and way more chaos, coming your way!
