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Spoken: |
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Mr. Sarsippius: |
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"Hahahaha, that's good, butt... |
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I mean "Butt", like the big butt that the ladies singing in the third row of the church choir "Be Heaven". |
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But, my new should be "slamatotious" on that, it's so slamming, it will send shivers up and down my spine. |
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Marsha, we'll blow the jam outta your toe, make your boogles go sell for the winter. |
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Ah, so you don't believe me, huh? Well I'm gonna play "Sprick", alright? Just a little teaser." |
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"That's right, and if you want more, you have to "Sprick" your ass down to the record store and buy it. |
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Thank you very much." |
