Now before we do this threesome I just wanna make sure it ain't gonna mess up our friendship.
[sheep bleats]
Aah! Ow! What the hell y'all doin'?
Evicting you for tearing up my park!?
That wasn't me, that was "Drunk Bobby". If you wanna talk to him, he'll be here in 12 ounces.
Happy hour's over, swamp people! You are hereby being kicked the hell out of my park!
[An old air conditioner falls down with a piece of paper goes off and onto the ground]
Huh. This looks like it's from the olden times. What is it?
How am I supposed to know what the hell is? It's got words and shit on it.
Wow...1880's, da da da. Civil War...Your cousin..."Reginald Wooten Possumcods"... Oh, my god. According to this, you're the heir to Brickleberry Park.
Wooo!! Wait a minute, did he call me a queer?
Give me that! Ooh...Actually, Robert, what it really says is, and I quote, there is no goddamn way in hell that asshole Bobby Possumcods owns this park!
Don't get more official than that.
That's not what it says. It says right here Bobby owns the park, and..[Woody kicks him]
Oh, I know what it says now. It says get the hell off my property!
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