“FLAC,” Sheldon corrected. “And yes. I’ve allocated 2.7 gigabytes of hard drive space. I deleted your fantasy football spreadsheet.”
By 8:47 PM, Sheldon sat alone in the living room, wearing his good headphones—the ones with the velvet ear pads that Meemaw had bought him for being “the weirdest kid she’d ever loved.” The FLAC file was downloaded. The progress bar had moved like a noble glacier. And then, at 99%… young sheldon s06e02 flac
“Also, my father sounds exactly like a walrus with a sinus infection. Bernstein would be horrified.” “FLAC,” Sheldon corrected
George Sr. sighed into his meatloaf. “Sheldon, we have a family computer. It runs on prayers and a fan that sounds like a lawnmower. You sure this… Flack thing is gonna work?” at 99%… “Also