Get up, Garcia. What did I tell you about that goddamn Time Sheath?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”
Nice try: c’mon.
“My name is George R.R. Martin.”
Are you even trying? That’s clearly a fake name.
“Sir, I am best-selling author.”
“I feel what I do transcends genre, but I supposePUT THE TASER AWAY.”
I told you I had no sense of humor about this particular tomfoolery. Now come help me find Brent: he’s in one of those bear suits.
“Please call an ambulance.”
Walk it off.
“I could barely walk before you tazed me: I’m not a particularly robust man.”
You never were.
“Again: I’m not Jerry Garcia.”
That’s what Garcia would say.