“Oh Hallelujah and touch Batman on his Batwang, ladies and gentlemen, I am feeling the POWAH! of the Snake God upon us, Praise Be Unto Him. My beautiful and merciful Snake God, shower us with your Urine of Righteousness as a defense mechanism when we pick you up! Allow us to cover you with lacquer and thrust you up the butthole of Satan, your Slithery Majesty!”
“Parish, could you go and–“
“WE USE THE SKIN YOU SHED AS CONDOMS IN MACABRE SEXY-TIMES!”
“Just kill the PA, please.”
Phil, meanwhile, couldn’t give a single shit: he’s got his dad jeans on and he’s rocking the fuck out, thank you.