“This is Rat Cat Alley, my boy!”
I think I’m older than you.
“This is where the dark magic is; where the tour ends while there are still shows to play; where not only is the cheese not kind, but it has not been grilled at all!”
So, we’re in Hell.
“No, just a parking lot full of scandalous white people.”
“Kinda. AH! I see our man!”
“THREE FUH TEN! FATTY BALLOONS!”
You dragged me through the mud–
“Oh, most of that was human feces.”
–for nitrous? How is this going to get me home?
“I wanted nitrous. Buy me nitrous.”
You do not have much wisdom, Wook of Wisdom.
“Oh, is that how you interpreted that? No, no: I impart wisdom. I’m kind of a lesson-teacher.”
I hate the 80’s.
“Do the 90’s get better?”