Not words, big guy.
Throw me the coffee; I throw you the whip.
That made more sense, but not a ton.
Want sleepy. Had visions of Sugar-Treys dancing through my head.
Mickey was playing me like a thumb piano.
Up and at ’em. Big day.
I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s so much work and I hate it.
You get to be on the radio in a little bit, buddy.
I’m gonna say Baba-Booey.
Fine. British accent?