Now Mr. Grover over here, he doesn't believe in Halloween. So I say we ring his doorbell over and over again anyhow.
Well, how come?
He's a Jehovah's Witness and I just want him to know what it feels like for a change.
Okay. Well, maybe I have called death once, twice or a hundred times. But it's just something you say but you don't mean -- you know, like "How ya doing?" or "I love you."
[Buck watches on as a man in a dinosaur costume comes home. One the head piece is removed, Al's face is revealed.]
Oh, how I hate Halloween. Ask me how much I hate Halloween. More than that. Oh, how they make us employees wear costumes like some woman is going to say "Gee I wasn't planning to buy any shoes today, but since I seen you in a dinosaur costume, I will." Oh, the ride home from work wouldn't been so bad if the kids actually got gas instead of painting the needle full. Then again, I don't mind pushing the Dodge through gang turf because I'm a mighty stegosaurus. By the way, did I mention how much I hate Halloween?!
BBuck
'(mentally) Go away.
Of course!
GRGrim Reaper
Oh, this? I have the power to appear as anyone. I can be your worst nightmare. I can be your wildest fantasy. I can be my worst nightmare. But, then again, why would I want to go around looking like Sally Struthers?
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