“Look what Phil got me for Christmas!”
“Mickey’s making it through the next four years, man.”
I need the Grateful Dead to stop kidnapping or buying or stealing children to make into human shields.
“Jesus. You’re a downer. “Don’t buy monks, don’t buy midgets, don’t buy children.’ Who can I buy?”
No one. You cannot purchase humans.
Foreigners are legally human.
Maybe not Belgians.
“Well, I wouldn’t even want to buy a Belgian. You know how much the VAT is on ’em?”
“And so many safety regulations.”
Give the children back to their parents.
“I dosed their parents.”