Sometimes, you have to stretch the alphabet a little. This post is one of those times.

X is for X-Ray Technician. Choppy, the tech, thinks we’re going to need to move on to the CAT scan. 
Outtake Time! As you can see from the X-Ray, we have discovered the culprit who keeps racking up the hotel mini bar costs. 
Schooner: “I think I’m gonna die.” Choppy: “No you’re not – I can see right through you.” (And you thought we only had bad jokes around here on Tuesdays.)