“It’s a thing you develop as a kid for whatever reason, and people compliment you throughout your whole life, but when people start asking you to be funny on demand, it goes away. It just disappears. You get self-conscious about it and don’t understand why,” Andy Farnsworth muses, eating grocery store sushi on a full-moon night. He signals to the window with his chopsticks. “I think the moon affects my ability to make words.” This might be true, considering we had spent a good part of a confusing hour talking about baby overlords.