Hey, Garcia. Happy birthday, buddy.
“Yeah, okay, but it was a couple days ago.”
Oh, you haven’t heard? Your birthday is now nine days long.
“Really? My poor mother.”
Women were tougher back then.
“I dunno. I met some pretty tough women in my day, too. Married a bunch of ’em.”
“Oh, right. The ninth, right.”
It’s a compliment. People like celebrating you.
“People like celebrating.”
True. Hey, Garcia: what’s it like?
“Slept through it.”
Right. One more question.
What’s with the hair? You like Gene Simmons when KISS did The Elder.
“Ah, fuck off with your obscure bullshit, man.”