Oooo... My head... my brain... my... my beer.
This is a corndog... must be a divining corndog... it must want... mustard.
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Oooo... My head... my brain... my... my beer.
This is a corndog... must be a divining corndog... it must want... mustard.
Grab another turkey and put it at her feet.
I've got a lot on my mind, gentlemen. I've got a lot on my mind and a lot of gun in my hand so don't "F" this up.
This is all like a puke dream that I can't seem to shake the sweats from, and every time I turn around, there's a shark and a clock... some sort of eyeball thing.
Funny thing is, I have these weird flashes, like I've been somewhere before, ripped from somewhere, for reasons I don't understand.
Just when I think I know what I'm thinking, I get this cloud. I know that when a man has memories, it's just electrical impulses through the brain that create the memories. Because the impulses travel at the speed of light. Therefore the brain time travels, and that's how he remembers. But how does he feel? How does he feel those memories? How does he feel those thoughts? What-- what time is it?
There's enough guns down here to take out a town about... about this size.
Wow... jumpy little whore.
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
What do you do?
I do it all.
Have a seat.
I will, because that's something I can do.
Then do something.
Do something.
I am. I did.
What did you do?
(interrupting Shark) It's already done.
What did you do?
I helped you.
Are you drunk?
(edgy) Not drunk enough.
...Can I help you?
Yes you can. Got a job for you.
Okay. I'm hired.
Business man coming in today. Very important.
Woah... a real buis-nass-man? No way.
He's rectangle-y. That's how you'll know him. By his rectangularness.
No way.
Drive him to Cheese Industries. You don't even know where that is. That's why we picked you... because everybody else knows.
Right now?
Mhmm.
Oh look what I found. (Fitz pulls out a beer)
I gotta do this first. (Fitz begins drinking beer) Ahhh.
Okay. That works. How 'bout now?
Yes, how 'bout now?
Yeah, now's good. Before would've been better but... before is over.
What do you want?
I have an appointment at Cheese Industries.
..So?
I'd like to hire you to drive me there.
No talking. Pay.
How much in the world is it?
(agitated) Get in.
God! Is the heat on in here?
It should be... You like porno?
Well, uhh...
(cutting off Rectangle) Look at this. (Fitz pulls out a crudely drawn sex doll)
Um... (removes glasses) I don't have any eyes.
Oh man... sucks for you.
Hey! You should feel around back there and grab me a beer.
But you're driving.
Was driving. Sittin' back here with you now.
Are we here? Because I have an important business meeting.
Yeah, we're here. Hey, let me help you inside.
Wait a second. Is this Cheese Industries?
It's about to be. Why don't you take off your shirt?
What??
Just lie down on the bed.
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