SEND IN THE WHITE LAB COATS. The walls are closing in. This creature is cornered. There is no recourse. It is the land of mis-fit toys for this here boy. The courtesy calls mount into all hours of the night. It is not right, this random drug testing. I could care less for a drink, give me a spleef!
What if the list, and it is a long laundry list, has been taken care of? Whose running this show anyway? I thought you couldn't say anything to a man who took care of his business?
All I hear is blah, blah, blah. What's up with these chinese symbols? Is everything amuck? What if I have eaten my meat and now I'd like some pudding?
Is there nothing sacred in existence at all? Anyone wanna dump some tea? Have you seen Atticus Finch?