“Wook, Gampa! I got a chainsaw!”

“No, Baby Lambert! Don’t start that!”

BrumbrumBRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE

“I killed a man, Gampa!”

“It’s fine, Baby Lambert. It was only John Popper.”

“So much of him! Gonna play in the entrails!”

“No, Baby Lambert! Don’t play–”

SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH

“–in the entrails.”

“I okay, Gampa. Gonna cast a white guy as Jafar in Aladdin!”

“No, Baby Lambert! No whitewashing!”

“Can’t stop me!”

“Wait. Hey, dickface.”

“Me, Dad?”

“Shut up, Grahame. Hey! You!”

Me?

“Why is Gary ‘Legs’ Lambert my grandson now?”

Why not?

“You’ll die obscure. And soon.”

“Yeah! Tell him, Dad!”

“GO WAIT IN THE CAR, BOY!”

“Aw.”