Yes, gas is going down like wet feathers.

Joey, you kill me man, for real. It's pretty cool we have the same name, but, you know. I don't think that I would, you know, if we were around people, I wouldn't talk to you. I wouldn't want you to talk to me either. But, uh, I guess it's going down like a wet feather, you know. You're going, hopefully you're not going down, going up some stairs. Again. Freaking cute little corpse, you.