There's a hammer in your heart . . .

Sorry Fats, it's exsanguination.

Plus there's no burning vocal cord smell.

. . . curses . . .

Snuh.

What do we want? UNFAIR!
When do we want it? CHANGE!

You could work on that rubberband ball.

Gobble gobble!

WHERE IS THE GODDAMNED KIT?

I am all over this shiznit.

Fnag?

The first 20-second feature film!

I beat my kid with my other kid.

DELETE LAYERS

Hey Bono, I saw some silly-looking sunglasses in the bottom of that well.
Hang on to the bucket so's I can lower you down.

Your Honor, Justin Bieber walked by the window of the bank I was robbing and distracted me. I am suing him for the money I would have stolen had I not been incapacitated by 367 consecutive sluice-loosening hands-free orgasms.

It's going to be a very She - Him Christmas.

Shut your big yap.

Crotchsquatch.

They kicked me out of the baaaaaaaaaaaand.