You look like a discumbabilited philosophical, afflicted, disabled, a crook, a pucky, carfish, half-fiend, a autistic, God-of-all-thin, the top-down side of a 17-day game. All rights, you're the base-milled, your grandma, they got rape, high-cool, tell me to go to you about a Northern out-home boy. Check this out, boy! I swear to God, I really gotta get to the shack, and wreck it, and ticket it back, and flip it, and rip it, and dip it, and slip it, and pip it, and dip it, and rip it, and dip it, and tip it, and you're fat as your name is DJ Chung's. We're like these.