SCOTT: Where is everyone?
LOREN: They're at training.
SCOTT: Ah. But you and I need no training.
LOREN: For we were born perfect.
SCOTT: Except, I couldn't make a "th" sound because the ligament under my tongue was too tight.
SCOTT: I would say, "One, two, tree..."
LOREN: Ah, so you would have fit in in Jamaica.
SCOTT: Those are the options my parents had to consider. Do we fix his tongue or do we send him to live with his Jamaican uncle?
LOREN: So the choice was between dreadlocks and slicing your tongue.
SCOTT: Yeah. We tried the dreadlocks for a couple years, but eventually my parents...
LOREN: Decided to cut the hair and the tongue.
SCOTT: That was the worst birthday of my life.
PS: Ankylo comes from the Greek for crooked.