Back to the show. Finn is at work, studiously trying to avoid getting into any more conversations with the boys. Thin Guy, however, calls him over to settle a bet: "If they fought, both in their prime, Ali or Tyson?" Finn claims he doesn't know, which is total bullshit, because even people who think Tyson is chicken and Ali is just part of the Marco Polo-esque "Olly, Olly Oxen Free" know the correct answer to that one. It's Muhammad Ali all the way. Unless Tyson bites him. "To tell you the truth," Finn adds, "after the other day, I really don't want to say the wrong thing." Heh. What a wuss. Note to David Chase: it's okay to take characters we don't like and make them wusses. That's why we don't like them. Wide Guy finally manages to convince Finn to stop worrying and join the gang for a nice relaxing afternoon, mostly by pointing out that they have "the good donuts" today. Hmm. Donuts? Looks like Snackwells forgot to send their product placement check. Finn finally relents, and settles down for a nice afternoon nap. Wide Guy, on the other hand, just sits back and luxuriates in the calming breeze generated by his tiny little electric hand-fan. Hee!