Exactly! This guy gets it. Everything is going according to plan.

Pff. My life is an open book…submerged in an alien spacecraft at the bottom of the ocean.

Seriously, let's wrap this up. I have to go to lunch. These unbaptized babies aren't going to eat themselves.

They're coming to get you Barbara…

Well, I really do hate My Ding-A-Ling.

Snake oil? Yes, SNAKE oil, see how it makes your skin glisten…doesn't that feel good?

It's actually just a long string of numbers and tones, like my Twit-I've said too much. Dammit!

Good point! Everyone, let's continue talking about Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones!

Please, if you don't mind, get in the van.

Quiet, you.

To be honest, I've been tied up with this Selena Gomez issue of Vogue.

Enjoy your freedom, young man. We see and we don't forget.

Move along, nothing to see here. Perhaps Ken Bone or Kanye are up to some notable shenanigans.

The devil you say!