"WOW, LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE REALLY STARTED FIXING THE PLACE UP, HAVEN'T YOU, SPECS? I CAN'T SAY I'M A FAN OF THE DECOR, THOUGH. IT'S STARTING TO LOOK ALMOST TIDY IN HERE. BUT DON'T WORRY. I THINK I CAN FIX THAT. WE SHOULD DO LUNCH. AND BY LUNCH, I MEAN MAKING A PICNIC OF THE REMNANTS OF YOUR TATTERED SANITY."
“Ah, no, ya ain’t! Git on outta here! Go on! Git! You triangular varmint, I didn’t drink a couple jugs of moonshine for ya to be botherin’ me tonight!”









